He wanted them all!
Han Feng knew very well that each of these Earth Demon Puppets contained a soul mark left by their creator. As long as he erased that mark and imprinted his own, these puppets would become the most loyal killing machines in his hands. With his current Late Heaven Realm soul cultivation, this was no difficult task.
Han Feng hesitated no longer. He raised his hand, and vast soul power spread out like an invisible net, instantly enveloping the ten Earth Demon Puppets!
"Buzz—"
The ten puppets offered no resistance. It turned out that the Creation Saint had not left any marks within them at all.
"Hehe, didn't that just make things convenient for me?"
Han Feng precisely imprinted his marks into the cores of all ten puppets.
A soft hiss sounded.
The light in the ten puppets' eyes dimmed, then lit up again with a lively gleam that belonged to Han Feng.
In just a few breaths, all ten puppets, capable of coordinating with one another, had changed masters.
Han Feng nodded in satisfaction and swept his sleeve, storing all ten puppets in his Storage Ring.
The moment the puppets vanished, the heavy stone door that had remained shut for ten thousand years suddenly creaked with the sound of mechanisms. Amid a deep rumble, it slowly opened inward, revealing a crack. An even more desolate and ancient aura drifted out through the gap, as though an ancient beast that had slumbered for ten thousand years had awakened at this moment.
Han Feng's expression did not change as he stepped inside.
Beyond the door stood a magnificent grand hall.
Han Feng strolled leisurely through the hall. After all, he was alone, so there was no need to hurry.
After getting his bearings, he followed the principle of