This elusive war puppet, whose methods are beyond comprehension, seemed to be omnipresent.
Within the rock layers, Wang Jixuan's war puppet wore a cold smile.
He also wanted to present himself with the elegance and pureness of a righteous cultivator, but it couldn't be helped, he was using devil skills now.
The Daoist never boasted—except when it came to Zheng Shiduo's orientation issues—he had sent Spirit Cultivator No.5 to deal with No.4, and he himself claimed he would eliminate these powerful spiritual ability users, obviously relying on something.
The demonic Qi here could be utilized by him; why deplete the war puppet's magic power?
Wang Jixuan held a long sword, moving it slowly, simultaneously activating the array bases embedded in various parts of the rock layers.
Elder Feng, Meng Jin, and others suddenly felt the world before their eyes change. It was no longer the dark, radiation-lit underground cavity filled with lava light, but a dreary realm instead.
