Surrounded by tens of thousands of Skeleton Race warriors, the Tiger Battle Puppet controlled by Yue Yang broke through with unstoppable force. [This chapter was updated by an online contributor.] Holy Hall
Every enemy it struck was blasted a hundred meters away.
For a time, none could match it.
The Tiger Battle Puppet stood proudly amid the enemy ranks, its gaze sweeping around as if to ask: who in this world could compare?
Yet powerful enemies surged in from every direction, as numerous as a tidal sea. No matter what kind of being it was, beneath this torrent of steel skeletons, it would be crushed to pieces! One against ten thousand was ultimately an impossible battle!
At this moment, Yue Yang's gaze was sharp as a blade, and his face bore a rare look of grave seriousness.
If they had not been overwhelmingly powerful opponents, they could never have forced the transmigrator to throw himself wholeheartedly into battle.
He controlled the Tiger Battle Puppet and stomped both feet into the ground.
With a BOOM, it leaped up.
With all its strength, it shot a hundred meters into the sky.
Looking down upon the torrent of steel skeletons below, they were densely packed, a tide-like sea. The enemies had flooded the earth; upon the vast West Peak, there was not even an inch of ground to stand on.
Hundreds, even thousands, of Skeleton Race warriors formed bone ladders for their companions to climb madly, intending to intercept the Tiger Battle Puppet in midair when it fell and could no longer defend itself. Meanwhile, the sixty terrifyingly powerful White Skeleton Generals seized nearby Skeleton Race warriors in their claws and hurled them with all their might, intending to smash Yue Yang down outright.
Yue Yang controlled the Tiger Battle Puppet, evading the