"How should I make my move? He still has quite a number of Spirit Slaves."
"No worries," Wang Jixuan was already planning the War Puppet's route in his mind, "I'll stuff a suitcase in the spire first."
"A suitcase... You mean a big bomb?"
No. 5 exclaimed:
"Each of us has our own spire, a rare treasure trove, and you're not even tempted?"
"If we can't kill the enemy, no matter how many treasures there are, they mean nothing to us, right?"
Wang Jixuan said with a smile.
Then, the round ring called 'Evil' on the War Puppet's wrist emitted a faint glow, and the War Puppet lifted a suitcase with its hand.
The third suitcase can be left for Meng Jin and the others.
However, Meng Jin and the others were in a very remote rock crack, making the terrain extremely defensible, tough to attack, and guarded by an SS-level Spiritual Ability User, making it hard to approach them.
The War Puppet was carrying a portable tactical nuclear bomb;
