Wang Daoyuan could not be bothered to concern himself with the Blood Puppet. In any case, he had the ability to protect himself.
Even if the Blood Puppet unleashed its divine might and slaughtered every Deity Transformation Cultivator in the Seven Stars Alliance, it had nothing to do with him.
After such a long period of attrition, this Ten Thousand Year Corpse Puppet's strength showed no sign of declining.
The black robe on its body had long since burned away, leaving streak after streak of charred marks across its gray skin.
Wang Daoyuan's thirty-six sword phantoms surrounded it from all sides.
From time to time, they released bolts of lightning that struck the Corpse Puppet's body.
Wang Daoyuan gained a new understanding of just how troublesome the Ten Thousand Year Corpse Puppet was.
Even if he went all out and unleashed an ocean of Crimson Sun True Fire to temper it, he would probably have to burn it for several days.
The best way to deal with it was still to take it into the Forging Immortal Cauldron and slowly refine it with Crimson Sun True Fire.
Baibao Divine Monarch flew over. "You and your wife have worked hard, Fellow Daoist Wang. With only Mid Deity Transformation cultivation, holding back a High-grade Sixth-order Corpse Puppet for so long was truly no easy feat.
"The Corpse Puppet I was dealing with has already been rescued by that old Ink Flood Dragon. Leave this one to me."
Golden Flame Divine Monarch also hurried over. "Indeed. Now that Ink Flood Dragon Divine Monarch has fled, everyone has freed up their hands. Fellow Daoist Wang, you should not take any more risks."
Wang Daoyuan knew perfectly well what these two old fellows were thinking.
Some terrifying transformation was taking place on Blood Puppet Divine