As Qin Fengming faced the Ghost Commander cultivators whose path had been blocked, he flicked his hand, and six medicinal pills appeared before the six injured cultivators.
"These six pills are remarkably effective at treating injuries. Swallow and refine them, and you will certainly recover some of your strength."
He still needed manpower. As long as they had not attacked him directly, Qin Fengming had no intention of slaughtering them all in one sweep.
"Hmph! You think a few mere puppets can capture every last one of us? You're making this far too simple!"
With that cold snort, two cultivators suddenly shifted. Two powerful attacks flashed into being and shot toward a puppet behind them. They immediately moved to follow their attacks, intending to force a path through and escape.
Crackle! Four thick silver lightning arcs that struck terror into the hearts of the cultivators present suddenly flashed from the hands of the two puppets under attack, shooting straight toward the two approaching streaks of dark light.
Boom! Boom! Amid four thunderous blasts, the two secret-art attacks unleashed by the cultivators were intercepted at once. Silver light flashed wildly, and almost without pause, another four lightning arcs appeared. They spread out, immediately sealing off the two cultivators' escape route.
"You have no idea what death looks like." As Qin Fengming spoke indifferently, a streak of red light flashed forth. In scarcely a flicker, the two distant cultivators hemmed in by the silver lightning fell toward the mountain forest below with two dull thuds, barely putting up any resistance.
Seeing two powerful peak Ghost Commander cultivators perish before them in the blink of an eye, the remaining six Ghost Commander cultivators, who had been about to act, blanched. They forcibly withdrew the attacks they had been preparing to unleash.
The puppets'