"Begin."
With Chen Feng's command, smoke grenades were thrown under the water tower, and soon, figures ran out.
The fear of smoke.
Rooted in instinct.
Faced with the sudden smoke, these misfortune believers had no idea what was happening and instinctively ran out.
"Ah!"
A miserable scream echoed.
The warriors lying in ambush had already prepared, and upon seeing figures, they threw fishing nets, pulled forcefully, and several figures were dragged down. Then, a few people pounced and captured them, dragging them aside.
Harvesting like crops.
As silhouettes continuously appeared below, the people above acted like farmers wielding scythes, capturing any sign they saw. In a short time, more than twenty were captured alive.
However, Chen Feng's brow remained tight. From his knowledge of Lady Misfortune, he knew that the smoke grenades only worked on ordinary people, while strong entities of that level would ignore such attacks.
Although prevailing at the moment.
