The two newly appeared black-robed cultivators were not weak. Wielding wolf-head staffs, they were even a few notches stronger than the old man in the red headscarf. Both were Foundation Establishment Late Stage powerhouses. When the wolf-head staffs moved, faint wolf howls seemed to ride through the air, their might overwhelming.
Yet the wolf-head staffs of these two black-robed cultivators were still somewhat inferior to top-grade magical artifacts. They had originally intended to save the old man in the red headscarf, but the sudden appearance of a peak sixth-rank puppet made them feel as though they had fallen into a pit.
Luo Qian and Su Qing each found an opponent. The black-robed cultivator who had spoken earlier used his wolf-head staff to receive a blow from the earthen puppet's great hammer head-on. The heavy, thunderous strike sent the black-robed cultivator flying more than a hundred zhang away. His blood and qi churned, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. The black-robed cultivator facing Lu Xiaotian was shocked and horrified. He had previously judged the earthen puppet's strength only from the momentum of its attack, but only after exchanging blows did he realize how terrifying the puppet truly was. He had no idea what the earth-yellow great hammer was made of; it was incomparably sturdy. The force transmitted through that hammer filled him with terror.
"Awooo!" What emerged from the black-robed cultivator's mouth was a shrill wolf howl. The cloak behind him fluttered without wind, and the phantom of a massive black wolf rose from behind him. Although acting like this might expose his background, faced with such a formidable enemy, the black-robed cultivator could no longer concern himself with so much.
The black wolf phantom was somewhat blurry. Once it appeared, the black-robed cultivator swung his wolf-head staff,