Alerted by Fu Qian, Delin snapped out of his daze and immediately ordered his teammates to retreat.
Actually, without his orders, most people had already retreated in the first instance.
Some tried to help their adjacent teammates, but as soon as they grabbed an arm, they found it to be weightless and without resistance.
The teammates on the ground were like dolls in the hands of a temperamental child, dismembered in the blink of an eye.
This brutal scene stunned him momentarily, and had it not been for a teammate who pulled him, he would have narrowly escaped being caught by the Porcelain Doll.
Even so, a large chunk of flesh was torn from his forearm.
After that, no one dared to attend to the wounded, all retreating en masse as if electrocuted to the rear.
Human flesh was indeed too fragile; the screams of the three who fell did not last for long.
As brutal as ever!
Fu Qian observed from the side, filled with emotion.
