In the face of Number 1's movements, the other five moon thrall kings glanced at each other, then also stretched out their palms one by one.
Seven palms of different sizes gathered together, and the faint moonlight fluorescence became fiercer and fiercer. The light even looked somewhat harsh under the night sky.
When the seven moon thralls stood together, the gap between them became obvious.
Number 1, who was created from 100,000 moon thralls, was not only the tallest, but also the strongest, so it was obviously the leader.
Number 2, Number 3, and the youngest Number 7 were in the second echelon because they were created from the three survivor camps. The rest weren't worth mentioning.
Tiffany stood by and watched this scene nervously. She knew that Number 1 seemed to have reached a critical moment.
Derek had reappeared again at some point. He stood to the side and observed this scene with great interest.
