"Many thanks, Martial Uncle."
Wu Yun'er dipped in a graceful curtsy, delight showing on her face. Then she said no more. Raising a slender hand, she extended one fair, delicate finger and lightly pointed forward, giving a soft cry. "Go!"
The few Puppets with fish heads and human bodies flashed with spiritual light, then slowly flew ahead.
Their speed was very slow!
For one thing, these Puppets' cultivation was too low.
For another, their role was to scout the way, so naturally there was no need for them to fly too quickly.
A grave look appeared on Lin Xuan's face. His divine sense followed the Puppets as they moved, while the magic power around him pulsed in and out. If several of those Tribulation Clouds truly had gained sentience, he would be able to flee at the first possible moment.
After all, he still had self-awareness. Though his divine abilities were far above those of cultivators at the same level, if he had to face two or three monsters like the Human-Faced Centipede at once, his chances of victory would be rather slim.
Moreover, these Tribulation Clouds were not all of the fire attribute. Whether the monsters they evolved into would be countered by the Five Dragon Seal was still hard to say...
Thus, Lin Xuan did not dare slack off in the slightest.
As time passed, the few Puppets had already drawn close to the area where the Tribulation Clouds were spread. Wu Yun'er also grew tense. As a cultivator who had only just condensed a Golden Core, when had she ever experienced something like this before?
Crackle...
Suddenly, a yellow pillar of light descended. The Puppet flying at the very front was like ice and snow thrown into a volcano, instantly vaporized.
"Martial Uncle!"
Wu Yun'er turned pale