"Fellow Daoist Fang, should we pursue them?"
Watching Golden Light City blur and slip into the void like an immortal isle vanishing into sea mist, the White Bone Dharma King felt a surge of frustration after being hurled away by that heavy blow.
He turned his palm over, sending a massive white bone blade stabbing downward. Several Steel-Feathered Cranes that had been flying nearby to obstruct him exploded with thunderous crashes.
Fang Yuan swept his writing brush, and flecks of ink turned into blades, raining down in torrents upon the many puppets ahead.
Amid a succession of explosions, the Book of Years descended and returned to his hand.
"Of course we should press our advantage and crush them in one stroke!"
Fang Yuan spoke with a light sweep of his brush.
"These Puppet Masters excel at production and manufacture. If we let them recover, the poison they spread will never end."
"But now, several of their Grandmaster Artisans and Grand Artisans have been affected by my Heart-Piercing Words, while the Sky-Reaching Divine Dragon, Shen Longcheng, is being held up by the Martial Emperor. We should have a chance to wipe them out in one stroke!"
The White Bone Dharma King's eyes shone. "If we can capture all of Golden Light City, it will be a great achievement!"
Then he added, "These few sky cities are all that guard the Vast Sea. The obstacles on the ground are regional overlord sects like the Golden Sun Gate, but Daoist Qinghe and the others are already trying to infiltrate them. Once we kill the Golden Sun Gate's Sect Master, they'll be a host of dragons without a head!"
His words revealed the staggering plan behind the Outer Dao's invasion of this region.
This attack on Golden Light City was no isolated incident, but