Half-Saint Puppet 2

"We've assigned everyone? Then let's move. Don't waste time," Wei Yang said flatly.

Everyone slowly nodded, their expressions turning extremely grave.

Though these puppets' combat strength certainly could not compare to that of genuine Half-Saint experts, anything even remotely connected to the word "Saint" was no simple matter.

Wei Yang, however, had a trace of anticipation in his eyes.

This was not his first time fighting a Half-Saint, but when he had faced those two Lizardmen before, he had only succeeded by borrowing the temporary explosive power of the Dragon Emperor Blood Essence.

This time, he would truly be relying on his own strength to battle a Half-Saint, even if the opponent was merely a puppet.

"Attack!"

Wei Yang uttered a single word and slowly took three steps forward. The powerful aura emanating from him surged forth without restraint, sweeping across the heavens and earth as it faintly locked onto the puppet with the strongest aura.

Boom!

The five puppet figures that had stood motionless like statues ever since appearing suddenly turned their hollow gazes toward Wei Yang in unison.

Then, the Half-Saint puppet with the strongest aura moved with steps that looked stiff yet were in fact extraordinarily swift and strange. In a flash, it appeared before Wei Yang.

Without a word, its terrifying palm shattered space and came crashing down at Wei Yang like lightning.

"Good!"

Facing the Half-Saint puppet's ferocious attack, Wei Yang laughed heartily and raised his hand, sending out a palm strike of his own.

The two palms collided without any flourish.

Bang bang bang bang!

The surrounding void crumbled inch by inch, turning into powder.

Wei Yang's body merely trembled slightly before steadying itself.

The puppet, however, staggered back several steps.

Wei Yang frowned slightly. A puppet is still just a puppet. Too weak.