Sikong Jing stared in the direction of the second castle and muttered to himself...
"Although I don't know why the ice puppets can also form an army-slaying formation, it's obvious that no one is controlling them."
"Their army-slaying formation may be powerful, but it is monotonous and lacks variation."
"Then we'll kill our way through. I'm not doing this to preserve every single black puppet, but to temper my own army-slaying formation."
War puppets had no life. If they died, they died—Sikong Jing did not care in the slightest.
There was no need for him to calculate losses. Although the enemy ice puppets had their own formations and arrangements, he had already seen how rigid they were. To Sikong Jing, breaking through a few of their petty setups was as easy as turning his hand over.
Naturally, there was no need to waste any more time. He would simply charge in and slaughter...
This was not underestimating the enemy. This was confidence!
And so, Sikong Jing led the remaining black puppets onward in a relentless charge.
Whenever they encountered an army of ice puppets, they simply hacked their way through. It all came down to whose control over their army-slaying formation was stronger.
Along the way, he discovered that there were many ice puppets—nearly twice as many as his black puppets.
But as his control over the Sikong Army-Slaying Formation grew stronger and stronger, and since he could even control the warhorses, all he did was kill, kill, kill...
Five days later...
Sikong Jing was already within arm's reach of the second castle. What came next would be a battle to breach the city.
He was still riding a war puppet beast-horse, with the jet-black Tyrant War King Halberd strapped across his back. His black robes had been torn to