The lightning-infused blades floated in the air under Pei Yan's control and swooshed towards the battlefield like the scythes of Death, swiftly cutting through the crowd and relentlessly harvesting the lives of the puppets. In the blink of an eye, over a hundred puppets present were once again utterly destroyed and reduced to ashes.
This was not the end. The endless thunderclouds above Pei Yan's head unleashed a continuous barrage of heavenly thunder onto the battlefield. Each puppet, just forming, was instantly turned to dust by the lightning. This repeated several times until the entire battlefield was scorched earth, and the dust from the disintegrated puppets hung suspended in the air, refusing to disperse. No matter how Amendina tried to urge them, she could no longer make them form again.
"Detrich, are you just going to sit back and watch?" Amendina's voice, helpless and indignant, echoed from the void.
