"My God, what kind of magic treasure is this? How can it split into so many duplicates? This is practically an entire legion."
Even these well-traveled Lingyun Sect disciples had never seen such a formidable magic treasure. To be able to split into six hundred thousand duplicates—what a terrifying thing that was.
Every puppet clone possessed frightening combat power. A single clone charged forward and threw a punch, instantly piercing through a demon's body. Then strange flame erupted, and the demon screamed as it was burned alive.
The demons tried to tear apart the puppets, but it was utterly useless. These puppets possessed immortal bodies; even if an arm was torn off, it would recover within only a few breaths.
Faced with these immortal puppets, the demons had truly run into the worst luck of eight lifetimes.
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the magic treasure Infinite Puppet, forged by the Puppet Sect, an ancient Saint-level sect that vanished long ago." A glint flashed in Meng Yunxiao's eyes. "One such Infinite Puppet is equivalent to an army. The stronger its master is, the stronger the Infinite Puppet becomes, and the more copies it can split into."
"But for an ordinary person, splitting into ten puppets would already be remarkable. A hundred would make one a genius, a thousand a monster. Yet Brother Xia has split into a full six hundred thousand. I truly don't even know what to say."
He gave a bitter laugh. He was completely convinced now.
No matter how foolish the Lingyun Sect disciples were, they understood how terrifying this was. To split into six hundred thousand puppets—one could well imagine how vast this kid's mana reserves were. They had absolutely reached an inhuman level, beyond anything ordinary people could compare to.
After all, an ordinary