After a great battle, the Demon Race suffered countless losses. One Earth Dragon Golden Immortal was even beheaded on the battlefield by a Golden Immortal Puppet.
"An Earth Dragon Golden Immortal has half the bloodline of the Dragon Race," said a Hidden Spirit Sect Disciple who knew the Demon Race fairly well.
The Golden Immortal Earth Dragon, thousands of zhang long, had its head and tail severed.
"Tell me, do you think this Golden Immortal Earth Dragon tastes good? Could it be even more fragrant than the one from the All Dragon Feast?" one disciple asked, drooling.
"It should taste slightly worse than a True Dragon of the Dragon Race, but it's still a rare delicacy," the disciple knowledgeable about the Demon Race said with a smile.
But none of this had anything to do with Qianwan Bing. He knelt on the ground, staring at the broken limbs and shattered bodies of the Puppets ahead.
"What an unlucky start. We lost sixteen True Immortal Puppets in the very first battle." Qianwan Bing looked as though he wanted to cry but had no tears.
"The losses aren't that great. If we put these damaged Puppets back together a little, we can scrape together enough parts for twelve Puppets."
"We just need Lord Grape to melt and recast them when we get back. The points earned by these ten thousand True Immortal Puppets from killing Demon Race members on the battlefield are enough to exchange for ten Puppets."
"That's only because the battle had just begun when Golden Immortal demon beasts appeared," Qianwan Bing's Puppet son comforted him from behind.
Qianwan Bing's spirits jolted. He turned back in disbelief to look at his Puppet son.
"You mean we actually made a profit this time?" Qianwan Bing asked incredulously.
"Of course. If ten