"Where is that old man Wilson now?"
"How can I find him?"
After leaving the castle, Xiao Yun began searching for Wilson's trail. But searching alone was like fishing for a needle in the ocean; Wizard Continent was simply too vast.
However, in Xiao Yun's view, since it involved a battle between ninth-level wizards, it was bound to shake heaven and earth. It would be difficult to conceal.
So finding Wilson would not be difficult.
"I'll have to use puppets. There need to be a lot of them, and they need to be fast." Xiao Yun cast his gaze in every direction, searching for targets he could refine into puppets.
Before long, he slipped into a forest.
His spiritual power blanketed the entire forest. Almost instantly, Xiao Yun flew to the side of a beehive.
"Bees are numerous, and they can fly. If I refine them into puppets, I'll have countless eyes."
With an idea in mind, Xiao Yun immediately used the Puppet Technique, turning the bees before him into his puppets. Then the swarm dispersed, flying in all directions.
Watching the little bees depart, Xiao Yun's eyes held a trace of contemplation. He seemed to have discovered a different way to use witchcraft.
To many wizards, cultivating witchcraft was simply a means of gaining immense power.
But at times, different uses of witchcraft could produce completely different results.
Take Xiao Yun's Puppet Technique. With his strength, he could easily control powerful Magic Beasts. He could even refine a formidable seventh-level wizard into his puppet and gain a powerful guard.
But this time, Xiao Yun had chosen extremely weak bees.
Bees were weak, but their strength lay in their vast numbers. It was equivalent to giving Xiao Yun countless pairs of eyes.
The same witchcraft, used in two different ways,