The actions of the five figures were similar. They acted in an orderly formation like five puppets, but they were indeed alive.

Wang Meng rubbed his fists together as he stared with his tiger-like eyes towards these figures with a sneer.

Meanwhile, Feng Feiyun quietly stood there and observed the five “dwarves” that were wearing black armor. Each of them was only about one meter tall, so their height reached Feng Feiyun’s waist.

“Is it him?”

“That’s him!”

The five dwarves murmured to themselves. Five pairs of eyes shot out glimmers like five sharp golden arrows.

Their eyes were indeed a bit frightening. It dissuaded others from directly staring at them.

“Who are you all?” Feng Feiyun asked.

“Your killers!” The...