These Gods' War Puppets possessed freakishly tough bodies. Ordinary long-range bombardment was completely useless against them; they could only be dealt with in close combat. And like the puppet warriors Zhang Tie had encountered on certain occasions before, as long as they remained within the space where they could move, such things were practically impossible to kill completely. Smash one to pieces a hundred times, and it would rise again for the hundred and first time.
The Gods' War Puppet Zhang Tie had just sent flying tens of thousands of meters away with a single blow of his staff had, in the blink of an eye, turned the fractures in its body into soft liquid. The two severed halves flew together from afar and began trying to fuse back into one.
Not only that—Zhang Tie had barely caused a disturbance here when, in the blink of an eye, two more Gods' War Puppets flew toward his location from the distance. Before long, they had closed to within fifty kilometers, brimming with killing intent.
"We absolutely cannot get tangled up with these Gods' War Puppets. We can only end the battle cleanly and swiftly, then relocate at once. Once they latch onto us, more and more Gods' War Puppets will come from all directions, and they can never be killed off completely. Though they cannot form powerful battle formations to stack their combat strength, even ants can bite an elephant to death when there are enough of them," the Martial Emperor transmitted directly to him.
As he spoke, light flashed in the Martial Emperor's hand, and that terrifying greatsword appeared in his grasp. Without waiting for Zhang Tie to make another move, he charged headlong at the two incoming Gods' War Puppets.
Under Zhang Tie's gaze, the Martial Emperor's blade-light tore