The rest of the group quickly arrived as well.
The atmosphere immediately became tense.
Twelve soldiers walked into the courtyard, each crouching on the ground, aiming their rifles at the group.
These soldiers had vacant and numb expressions, clearly under the control of some mysterious creature.
Chen Shouyi's face was cold and stern, his hand on the sword hilt, and his perception rapidly spread out. Despite the interference from surrounding Spiritual Power, his mind's image shook violently, but it didn't have much effect.
He noticed more soldiers standing outside, surrounding the entire building.
"Wake up, you've got it wrong; we're civilian martial artists, we're all on the same side," Qian Wei shouted loudly, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
Martial artists could also be injured or killed by bullets, not much better than ordinary people. Facing so many soldiers, even though he was a martial artist, he didn't dare trust he could escape unharmed.
