Chen San roared inwardly, going all out as he controlled all the bamboo puppets, crashing fiercely into Ning Zhuo's rear flank.
Ning Zhuo's team was caught in a pincer attack!
Seeing this situation, the cultivators watching inevitably grew tense, as if Ning Zhuo's defeat was right before their eyes.
"Is success imminent?" Patchwork Sun nervously clenched his fists, fully aware of his own lack of strength, and decided to keep all his bamboo puppets stationary at the rear.
Only by first defeating Ning Zhuo would he have any chance to control his own bamboo puppets and find a sliver of hope for victory in the subsequent competition.
Ning Zhuo remained calm, his eyes narrowed slightly, feeling somewhat disappointed.
"Is that all?" After observing for a moment, he saw no new tricks from the insect bamboo puppets.
