Those mercenaries were all seasoned veterans who had survived the most brutal slaughter and conspiracies.
Perhaps their Spiritual Energy redshift levels weren't high enough, but their rich combat experience was beyond doubt.
When they sensed the sudden surge of killing intent from the godfather, the mercenaries reacted almost unanimously in an instant—
They inserted chips of various sizes and colors into the interfaces of their Prosthetic Bodies.
Like lighters being sparked in the wind.
The unstable flames of the spirit, flickering as if they could be extinguished at any moment, ignited in the depths of their eyes.
But before they could make a move,
"—Listen."
An invisible pressure burst from the godfather, instantly crushing them to the ground!
The chips that had just been inserted into their Prosthetic Bodies burst into flames and became ineffective in an instant.
And the Prosthetic Bodies where the chips had been inserted began to smoke and heat up slowly.
