These armored puppets were like a well-trained army. The moment they appeared, they charged straight at Pei Ling.
Pei Ling watched them, his voice cold and sinister. "Converge!"
Countless Giant Axes appeared around him. Simple and unadorned, with no unnecessary embellishments, they were exact replicas of Yanxi City's sect-protecting treasure, the Evil-Slaying Axe!
Immediately afterward, enormous arms reached out of the void, gripping the axes by their hafts.
Whoosh... whoosh... whoosh...
The wind howled as the Giant Axes swung down, hacking at the many chains binding Pei Ling.
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang...
In the blink of an eye, every chain had been severed.
Ignoring the armored puppets charging toward him, Pei Ling immediately spoke in a cold, uncanny voice. "Zhou!"
A tremendous force of curses rapidly spread across the entire area.
The armored puppets clanked onward, entirely unaffected.
However, beneath the three Dao Integration cultivators' cloaks, their bodies began to rot in an instant. Blood and pus poured from their wounds, and faces the size of fingernails, twisted with resentment, sprouted from their rotting flesh.
Pei Ling continued without pause. "Forget!"
The three Dao Integration cultivators were just about to defend themselves. At his words, they immediately forgot what they were about to do, their movements freezing in unison.
Pei Ling then spoke again, his voice cold. "Sever!"
An invisible curse spread rapidly through the world around them. A thin line of blood appeared at once on each of the three Dao Integration cultivators' necks, hidden beneath their hoods.
The moment the lines appeared, they quickly widened. Blood gushed forth, soaking their cloaks in the blink of an eye before dripping into the void.
By then, the armored puppets had reached Pei Ling. Replicas of the Evil-Slaying Axe immediately rushed to meet them.
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang...
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