As the cloth on her face fluttered in the wind, the puppet-like followers behind her came to life and spread out in a refined pattern, circling around Noah and Xin Yan, who were the only ones visible to them.
Those who could fly moved behind them, ensuring they did not retreat or run away. Meanwhile, Wei Rui retreated to the back of the formation and started chanting words under her breath, bringing her fore and middle fingers before her mouth.
Seeing the encirclement, Noah chuckled, a dark, mirthless sound. "So many cannon fodders—is this the trap you prepared for me?"
Not responding to Noah's words, Wei Rui continued to mutter as the 'cannon fodders' did not just stand there to make up the numbers and intimidate Noah.
As they raised their swords, pointing them at Noah and his companion, a complex pattern beneath their feet connected each small array to form a larger one.
