The panicking train driver stood up, suppressing his fear under his extreme admiration for the twelve Saints. He followed Edward's instructions and gave several orders to strengthen the defense of the train.
The speed of the broken glass of the train slowed down, and the cultivator's back was tightly pressed against the seat to stabilize his body.
"You're right."
His voice trembled as if it had been shattered by the extreme speed.
These cunning magical beasts split into two and hid at the front and back of the car.
To completely annihilate it, the 12 Holy disciples were needed.
This was the strategy of the dark creatures that had already awakened their intelligence. The cultivator was unwilling to separate the 12 of them at first, but now he had no choice.
"Since that's the case, let's finish this quickly."
After he made up his mind, he immediately suggested, " we'll split into two. One team will destroy the front and the other team will destroy the back.
