They thought humans were corrupt, backward, and inferior.
As the team leader, Number Seven, naturally, harbored such thoughts as well.
"Although I don't know why you dare to venture deep into the Anta Mountains, it's perfect; you come to us as sacrifices for the Blood Sacrifice. This is the only use you ordinary humans have for us New Humans..."
A sinister smile spread across Number Seven's face, and his aura gradually became more brutal.
Across from him, this group of strong men in tight combat suits seemed utterly unfazed. Instead, they wore expressions of confusion.
"Ordinary people? Why would you think we are ordinary people?!"
Crack, crack, crack... A series of crisp skeletal popping sounds echoed.
