You Think You're Worthy of Joining the Group? The Graveyard of the Divine Phoenix Bloodline

Qin Yang was a little dazed. What had the Puppet Master done?

He had somehow driven a deranged freak like Bai Lin into a complete mental breakdown.

Thinking back, it seemed...

It seemed that, at the very end, he had told the Puppet Master to kill Bai Lin.

After that, the Puppet Master had stopped caring about anything else. Whatever was happening around him, whatever occurred, none of it mattered. He meticulously killed Bai Lin again and again.

Just as Qin Yang was lost in thought, a burst of cracking bones came from Bai Lin's chest. His neck was snapped shut once more, and every vital organ in his demon body was crushed by enormous force.

His head lolled to one side, his life extinguished. A divine soul floated out of his body, then turned into a streak of light with a vacant expression and flew toward the sea.

Yet the Puppet Master did not let go. He continued standing there without moving, waiting for Bai Lin to revive so he could kill him again.

Honestly, just watching was horrifying.

The Puppet Master was like someone stepping on a tiny bug. Not a ripple stirred in his heart as he repeated the same process over and over. In a sense, his appearance as an emotionless killing puppet was far more terrifying than certain Demon Heads of the evil path who did not possess the slightest shred of goodwill.

At least those Demon Heads of the evil path, no matter how much they harmed others for their own benefit, understood that their actions did not conform to mainstream values.

But the Puppet Master might not have possessed any concept of right or wrong, black or white, good or evil, righteousness or wickedness. Even killing was merely an ordinary task that needed