"What happened?" Elder He asked, panting with some difficulty.
"He seems to have been drawn away by some message," someone beside the monitoring magic array said hesitantly.
"Elder He, how are you holding up? Can you keep going?" another person asked anxiously.
Elder He glanced at the two fellow cultivators sitting cross-legged nearby, their blood and vitality depleted, their bodies like withered, dead wood. He gritted his teeth. "I can!"
Even if he couldn't, he had to.
Of Golden Light City's three elders, two were now gravely wounded, both injured by Fang Yuan through the linking of their minds.
Confucian Dao arts possessed the power to control people's hearts and minds, making them devastatingly effective against the puppet Dao.
At close range, the power of their divine soul attacks was even harder for cultivators like them to withstand.
He feared that if he could not hold on and ordinary Core Formation cultivators, or even Foundation Establishment cultivators, took over control of the battle puppets, the casualties would be worse.
Puppet Dao cultivators were never adept at head-on combat. They hid behind the scenes and used mechanism puppets to injure their enemies, but if an enemy possessed a means of attacking from afar, they could trace the connection between divine souls back to its source.
It was precisely this that allowed Fang Yuan to overpower Golden Light City's cultivators, killing Puppeteer after Puppeteer.
"Wherever he goes, we cannot lose track of him. Catch up to him, quickly!" Elder He ordered.
It was not a wise decision, but the state of the battle left him no choice.
If they did not pursue him, it would amount to abandoning the Allied Front and once again exposing Guangyun's legion to the threat of a Nascent Soul expert.
Fang Yuan naturally noticed the movements