The two of them did not hesitate in the slightest and immediately sprinted in the direction indicated by the puppet.
The bushes there grew extremely dense. Waist-high weeds and low shrubs were interwoven together, making it an excellent place to hide.
Their figures quickly slipped into the bushes and disappeared into the Night Scene.
Meanwhile, Han Wu led his underlings around the wall of smoke, only to be stopped in the middle of the road by three semi-metal puppets.
The puppets received Peng Ze's order. The red light in their eyes suddenly brightened, and a flash of pale golden Spiritual Light swept across their palms.
Immediately afterward, long swords shimmering with cold light appeared in their hands. Simple patterns were carved into the blades, which radiated a sharp, fierce aura.
The puppets held their long swords and assumed defensive stances, blocking Han Wu and his group's path with grim determination.
"Obstacles." Seeing this, Han Wu flew into a rage. He suddenly swung the Wolf-tooth Club in his hand and swept it toward the puppet at the very front.
The Wolf-tooth Club cut through the air with a howl, carrying tremendous weight and force as it smashed viciously into the puppet's weapon.
"Bang!"
With a deafening boom, the puppet was sent flying by the immense force and crashed heavily to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.
However, the blow had not caused the puppet any substantial damage.
The puppet merely rolled twice across the ground before quickly climbing back up. The dents left in its body rapidly healed, and it soon returned to its original condition.
Together with the other two puppets, it once again blocked Han Wu's group, showing no intention of retreating.
"Boss, we'll hold off these three puppets. Take the others and keep chasing those two