Standing there and watching the nine puppets' swift, bizarre movements and incomparably fierce, powerful methods, Qin Fengming and the other three all wore extremely gloomy expressions. Yet none of them suggested leaving at this time.
Qin Fengming was not unfamiliar with these nine humanoid puppets.
There were four puppets of similar strength, refined by the Immortal Mountain Sect, on his person even now. Back then, he and Fu Qiong had encountered four humanoid puppets in a grand hall.
To obtain those puppets, Qin Fengming had spent more than ten days barely exhausting the spiritual-stone energy within their bodies.
The nine puppets before him now seemed slightly different from those four. Their might appeared even greater.
But these puppets had not yet placed much psychological pressure on Qin Fengming.
The only thing that made him wary was the Chaos spirit treasure that still hovered in the distance after killing a Great Cultivator.
Although he now understood that the fair-skinned young man could not fully activate that treasure, the talismans he offered could nevertheless make it unleash attacks far surpassing the strength of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator.
In such circumstances, his heart found it difficult to remain calm.
Whether he could withstand that attack head-on was something he could not determine for the moment.
Watching the nine humanoid puppets slaughtering the cultivators in the distance, Qin Fengming had no intention of going to their rescue. At this moment, the instant he moved, he would draw the fair-skinned young man's attention, and the Chaos spirit treasure hovering in the distance would surely target him.
As long as the four of them did not move, the fair-skinned young man's main targets would be Three Fiends Saintly Venerable, Yinluo Holy Lord, and Mo Tian.
Although he knew that rescuing two or three people would