"Little Illusion, make your move. Pack these seven up and take them away."
Wenren Sheng said to Little Illusion in his mind.
It couldn't be helped. He was always this kindhearted and couldn't bear to strike down those begging for mercy on their knees.
But the moment he finished speaking, the Seven-Colored Hair Otherworldly Users made another move.
Their hands pressed against the ground emitted seven-colored light, which then converged upon the Years Mountain before the Puppet Man.
Clearly, they intended to invoke the mountain's power to suppress Wenren Sheng's Puppet Man.
Wenren Sheng reacted swiftly, immediately firing seven streams of source power at all seven of them.
The seven men groaned and fell at once, blood pouring from their seven orifices as they died on the spot.
Naturally, Wenren Sheng did not believe they had died just like that.
These had to be their clones—in other words, puppets.
That was why they had dared to step forward and prattle on with him instead of launching a clean, decisive ambush.
At that moment, a cloud of black smoke rose from the Years Mountain.
The instant it appeared, the black smoke enveloped the Puppet Man.
Wenren Sheng felt an inexplicable pull coming from the Puppet Man and immediately understood. The Years Mountain was absorbing his power and lifespan.
Just as it had absorbed those clones.
After resisting briefly, he immediately severed his connection with the Puppet Man and let Little Illusion take over.
Little Illusion was an illusory being. It could not absorb anything from her.
Then he had Little Illusion transmit the battle footage to him.
Fortunately, Little Illusion knew what she was doing and still remembered to handle business. She did not let him down at a time like this.
His vision went dark, then brightened again, and the