A birdman once said, and I've forgotten the rest, that a grain of dust falling on someone's shoulder is like a mountain.
Wang Yunxiao now truly understands the feeling of carrying a mountain on his back.
The remnants of annihilation's power are scattered among two thousand people. He can use the abilities of the Rampaging Colonel to suppress it. But when it converges onto him alone, he becomes the one being suppressed.
Let alone two thousand remnants of power, even two thousand pairs of long johns could crush a person to death.
At this moment, it felt as if two thousand mouths were arguing endlessly inside his head, hysterically urging him to cause a commotion to quell the nameless anger and resentment in his heart.
No matter how strong, power that wasn't cultivated by oneself is not easy to use. Wang Yunxiao endured the splitting sensation in his head, stayed calm to issue orders, sending his two thousand puppets to safe places like the police station and hospitals.
