After grasping this point, Wang Bodang and the others began focusing all their combined attacks on a single puppet.
With these puppets fighting in formation, breaking just one would dissolve the formation. The others would be unable to support one another, and their power would naturally fall dramatically. Then destroying them would be as easy as a flick of the wrist.
It was a fine plan, but when they tried to put it into practice, they ran into a monumental problem.
Every time their combined power gathered, Xu Yi would strike at just the right moment, deflecting it. The twelve puppets also reacted with pinpoint precision, constantly throwing off the targets of their attacks.
After nearly a hundred breaths of fighting, the exhaustion Wang Bodang and the other four had been trying to hide could no longer be concealed.
"Something's not right. Who is this man? I've never heard of him. How does Chao Qian have such a powerful underling hidden away?"
A long-bearded old man couldn't help sending the others a thought.
Wang Bodang replied, "Who knows where this ghost came from? But there's no point talking about it now. Let's hold out a little longer. His Ghost Mother Puppet has limited energy. Once this thing runs out, destroying it will be as easy as turning over a hand."
"Who knows how much longer this ghostly thing can last? I'm about to run out of steam myself. Brother Wang, at a time like this, I say we treat a rabbit like a lion and give it everything we've got."
The one who answered was a middle-aged cultivator with an unusually long neck.
Wang Bodang knitted his brows and sent a thought. "What do you mean?"
The long-necked cultivator replied, "It's obvious. This fellow got all of Chao Qian's treasures.