The man in white had an effeminate bearing and a bewitchingly handsome face.
He was the Star Dragon Divine Envoy.
The leader of the thirty-six Divine Envoys.
When they heard him utter the words "Divine Puppets," the other Divine Envoys' expressions turned strange as well.
One of them could not help laughing. "Those old guys of the Nine Great Demon Clans probably never imagined that their nine Founders were nothing more than puppets we could use at our whim."
Someone teased, "Even if they knew, they could not blame us. The gods indeed promised to help their nine Founders reconstruct their Dao bodies, but refining them into puppets is also a form of reconstructing their Dao bodies."
A ripple of soft laughter rose through the area.
But just then, a panicked cry rang out from afar:
"Terrible news! My lords, the Divine Envoys—the... the Tyrant has charged into the Ten Thousand Demons Ancestral Home!"
A white-haired old man hurried over.
"He got in so quickly?"
The Divine Envoys all turned solemn, the smiles vanishing from their faces.
The Star Dragon Divine Envoy immediately gave an order. "Zuo Mu, take the others and stop that heretic!"
"Yes!"
Zuo Mu accepted the order and hurried away with a group of Divine Envoys.
At the edge of the Chaos Pool, only the Star Dragon Divine Envoy and nine other Divine Envoys remained.
The nine Divine Envoys were operating the formation disks and exerting their full strength.
With a single glance, Star Dragon saw that the nine Founders of the Nine Great Demon Clans, suppressed within the nine cauldrons, were nearly unable to hold on. Just one final step remained before they could be completely refined into Divine Puppets!
"There is no need to struggle any longer."
Star Dragon spoke. "In the battle at