"I have no idea what you're talking about. Kill them!" At the blue-winged tiger puppet's command, a dozen or so puppets of varying strength at the Spirit Transformation level closed in from all directions. The blue-winged tiger puppet itself soared overhead, with no intention of joining the fray.
A scream rang out. The badly wounded man hadn't dodged in time and was cleaved in two by a purple giant puppet wielding a long saber. His Primordial Spirit fled into the night sky, but it hadn't gone far before a vicious spirit that devoured Primordial Spirits swallowed it whole.
"Miss, over there! There's a formation. It was set up recently, so there must be others hiding inside." The white-haired old man saw the barriers Lu Xiaotian had put in place. A flicker of hope returned to his despairing face.
Prompted by the old man, the woman surnamed Yu had no choice but to drag the people inside the barriers into the mess. It was perfectly normal to come across cultivators camping out in the wilderness, relying on the terrain and concealment techniques to hide for the night.
"There are others here, Brother Lie. What should we do?" asked the purple giant puppet that had just slain a man, its voice rumbling like a bell.
"What kind of question is that? Kill them all, of course! They can blame their bad luck for stumbling into this mess," the blue-winged tiger puppet said coldly.
"Damn it!" Lu Xiaotian and Duming cursed at the same time. They had been hiding just fine, and no other monsters had come looking for them. Yet they'd run into this mess. There were thirteen Spirit Transformation-level puppets altogether, and the cultivators controlling them were no weaklings either. With the odds so heavily stacked against them, Lu Xiaotian didn't