The Primes watched the genocide Piolet and his team had done. They watched the dead bodies of their fellow beasts and family members. Just a week ago, when they were going deep into the cave to cultivate, they had seen the people of the beast land happily living, but now… they very same people were piled up in the corpses. Their eyes no longer had light, they were gone.
The primes paid their respect to the dead by closing their eyes. And then, they began their counterattack.
They moved like ghosts.
One leapt into the air and sliced through two mercs before landing. Another spun with his twin scythes, cleaving limbs and armor with ease. A female warrior launched a volley of energy discs that cut through shields like butter. A massive gorilla-type Prime grabbed a merc mid-dash and crushed his exosuit like it was paper, then hurled his broken body into a group nearby.
It was chaos—for the mercs.
They hadn't expected this.
