At a glance, there were dozens of these identical Mutants.
These Mutants completely surrounded Yang An, sealing off every possible escape route. They were drawing closer and closer.
SWISH SWISH SWISH—
Yang An once again directed White Feather to strike the approaching Mutants.
Their bodies were like paper, instantly shredded into a flurry of fragments that scattered and quickly dissipated.
But as soon as these Mutants were killed, new ones appeared to take their place. They continued toward Yang An, their movements slow but relentlessly closing in.
Seeing that White Feather couldn't finish them off—in fact, their numbers were only increasing—Yang An gripped Hong Yu in his hand and charged forward.
With a single diagonal slash, the Red Feather Blade in his hand easily cleaved two Mutants in half. Just like before, they immediately shattered.
'I need to break out of here as fast as possible!'
'Since these things are so easy to kill, I shouldn't linger here.'
