This kind of combined transformation was nothing new. Many advanced puppets possessed similar functions.
Fan Lang faced many enemies alone. His enormous dragon body swept in every direction, while his three dragon heads continuously spewed energy, severely injuring and forcing back the seven puppets.
"Whether you combine or split apart, you're still no match for me!"
Fan Lang exuded an overwhelming aura. Spreading his dragon wings, he pounced forward, swung his dragon claws, seized one of the seven puppets, and violently pulled with both claws, ripping the puppet straight apart.
A moment later, the remaining puppets had also been crippled by Fan Lang and could no longer combine into their previous giant form.
Fan Lang led his team in a charge, cutting left and right through the Blue Camp army and slaughtering his way back and forth several times. He did his best to protect his people, but there were places he could not cover. Some were killed in the charge, and several puppets were destroyed. As for the Dragon Race members he had transformed from his body hair, more than half had been killed or wounded. Those losses were of little consequence.
Their squad caused tremendous trouble for the Blue Camp, putting it under attack from both front and rear and making it suffer bitterly.
Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, the Blue Camp leaders dispatched several puppet generals to deal with Fan Lang and the others. These puppets were among the Blue Camp's finest, with strength comparable to Upper Gods. They were entirely different from the puppets Fan Lang had defeated earlier.
A black shadow suddenly descended from the sky and enveloped Fan Lang. It was actually a box-shaped puppet. It trapped Fan Lang inside, where a powerful barrier formed, like an unbreakable prison.
Fan Lang's vision went