As the Sun God Needle descended, it was a dazzling spectacle to everyone else, but to Zhongli Wu, it was a ray of death.
The Death God Demon Puppet's warning had reached its utmost intensity. Without the slightest hesitation, his ninth soul ring lit up. The towering demon puppet stood between heaven and earth, and a beam of light enveloped it, swallowing it whole.
Against the vast sky, the attack fired by the Sun Moon Divine Needle looked like a mere needle, but this beam measured a full ten meters across, enough to engulf the Death God Demon Puppet completely.
Boom!
The Death God Demon Puppet shattered, its fragments scattering in every direction.
In the distance, a bedraggled figure appeared, his eyes still holding a trace of shock and wariness.
It was Zhongli Wu.
At the critical moment, Zhongli Wu had used one of his ninth soul ring's two soul skills, Death God Substitute. At the cost of reducing his own defense by thirty percent, it could die in his place once, but it could only be used once a month.
The Death God Substitute, its defense reduced by thirty percent, was reduced to dust beneath the Sun God Needle. Even if Zhongli Wu himself had taken the blow with his full defenses, he would certainly have been severely injured.
Zhongli Wu realized that he had still underestimated this group of soul engineers.
A youngster whose strength was merely comparable to a Super Douluo had actually forced him into such a predicament with a soul tool.
At that thought, Zhongli Wu shot Zhang Hong and Wang Kaiming a resentful glance. If those two had not switched sides on the battlefield, their strength would have been more than enough to seize the Civilization Research Institute. Once he obtained its method for