The fighting power of a half-Saint-level war puppet, even if it was only a puppet, was still terrifying enough to make heaven and earth lose color.
On the battlefield of the Bodhi ancient tree, the half-Saint puppets everyone had seen before had all been half-Saint puppets caught in siege attacks. Yet under this seemingly clumsy puppet's assault, what came was step after step of unstoppable, endless casualties.
Lin Ming and the others did not have enough true half-Saint experts in their camp to clash head-on with this half-Saint puppet. There was no doubt that this was a war of attrition, both massive in scale and incomparably brutal!
"Go!"
In midair, Gu Hua and Gu Feng, the two members of the ancient race, saw the gap Lin Ming had blasted open in the gray-robed puppet with a single punch. Their figures flashed out like ghosts.
The two had worked together for many years and had perfect tacit understanding. The stone puppet energy condensed on their palms was like two small mountains, bursting forth with sky-splitting, earth-rending force. One left, one right, they smashed viciously toward the gray-robed puppet's utterly undefended back!
"Ancient Radiance Seal!"
"Void-Shaking Palm!"
Two surging, boundless battle techniques landed squarely on the puppet's back, releasing a vast rumble like a giant drum being struck.
However, their seemingly astonishingly powerful attacks landed on the gray-robed puppet's dry, white, yet incomparably tough skeleton, only to sink like mud into the sea. Most of their power was absorbed and dispersed by that bizarre bodily structure.
The gray-robed puppet's tall body merely swayed violently, almost toppling over. But in the next instant, an icy, overbearing, terrifying recoil force beyond the limits the two could endure surged from the puppet's body and followed the arms and meridians they had used to strike it,