A day later, news came from every outpost outside the city.
Without exception, every one of them had fallen.
At the same time, the surviving cultivators outside the outposts streamed into the city one after another!
Not long after, the area beyond the towering, magnificent city walls was suddenly shrouded in darkness. Black mist, carrying strange substances, drifted over.
Yet those strange mutants still did not show themselves.
Puppet Palace.
A cold, burly figure stood tall.
Its entire body was covered in armor, revealing only a pair of chilling eyes.
Just then, the tightly closed doors were suddenly pushed open.
A graceful figure walked in.
"You're still hesitating?"
"Even without you this time, we can still succeed."
"But when that happens, you'd better think about what will become of you."
The woman's voice was cold, forceful, and domineering.
"Are you threatening me?" Crimson Gold Puppet said.
"So what if I am?"
The woman said bluntly, "You're just a dog we raised. Don't tell me you dare bite us back?"
At this, she suddenly gave a delicate laugh and continued, "There's no place for you in this city. Even if he leaves Bianlin City, you still won't be the one who takes the City Lord's position."
"If you still haven't recognized reality, you can go ahead and try."
With that, the woman turned and left.
Crimson Gold Puppet's gaze shifted, finally turning sinister and terrifying.
It walked out step by step.
Apart from the people sent out to assist the Bianlin Guard in defending the city, quite a few cultivators remained inside the entire Puppet Palace.
When the suddenly appearing Crimson Gold Puppet came into view, the Puppet Palace's cultivators instinctively looked toward it.
Crimson Gold Puppet glanced at them and said coldly, "The world shouldn't be like this."
"You live