True Lord Xuanji's Despair

Ji An stopped searching and, as if sensing something, looked up at the sky.

He sensed that something was wrong, but he could not say what exactly was wrong.

After one glance, his heart jolted. Large numbers of flying puppets were closing in on him from every direction, already within the hundred-zhang safety line.

Faced with such abnormal behavior, the Golden Winged Bird should have sounded a warning long ago.

To save Purifying Spirit Talismans, he had not let the Golden Feathered Eagle fly out to keep watch.

Ji An immediately put Golden Fur into the Spirit Beast Bag and took to the clouds in flight. He discovered that the two veiled cultivators he had seen earlier riding puppets were hovering low in the distance.

On the ground, huge numbers of puppets stood in neat fan-shaped ranks. Tall, short, fat, thin, humanoid, beast-shaped—there was every kind.

The moment they saw him rise into the clouds, the puppets on the ground charged at him like mad, and the flying puppets in the sky did the same.

Seeing this, how could Ji An not know that he had been set up?

A strange smile appeared on his face as he thought bitterly:

Lighting a lantern in a latrine—looking for death.

For the two enemies to deploy over a hundred puppets, only two factions in the entire cultivation world could manage it.

The Golden Puppet Sect of the Cloud Sea Merchant Alliance and the Thousand Mechanism Sect of the Cloud Connecting Mountain Range. Both factions were roughly the same distance from this ruin.

But no matter which faction it was, since they had provoked Ji An, he would not show mercy.

Puppets were nonliving objects. The petrification property of Wrath of the Earth was relatively far less effective against them, but the heavy,