Wang Yu sucked in a breath of cold air.
His opponent's Thunder Method was far too formidable. Even without the aid of a Third-Tier Magical Artifact, he had dispatched Yuantong, who had likewise reached mastery in body tempering, with a single strike.
If his opponent used the same spell against him, Wang Yu might not be able to dodge it, given the speed of lightning attacks.
However, casting a Thunder Method of this caliber seemed to come with considerable restrictions. Not only did it require the assistance of talismans, it also appeared to injure the caster himself.
Just then, the old monk shook his sleeve, sending another Azure Talisman flying out. It flashed into his feet, and phantom azure lotuses appeared beneath them. Blurred phantom figures materialized around him once more as he stared balefully at Wang Yu, chanting under his breath.
Wang Yu's thoughts raced, and without a word, he slapped one of the Storage Bags at his waist.
Whoosh!
A pale silver ring flew out of the bag. He caught it, slipped it onto his wrist, and gave it a slight shake.
A muffled bang came from the Storage Bag.
Another dark object flew out. Initially no bigger than an egg, it swelled wildly in the wind, transforming in an instant into an enormous, jet-black wolf-shaped puppet.
Its body was a full thirty feet long, its four pale silver claws exceptionally sharp. A translucent horn crowned its head, with faint threads of lightning winding around it.
It was none other than the finely crafted Mechanism Puppet Wolf he had obtained after killing his first Mara Sect disciple!
Almost simultaneously, the seven phantom old monks opposite him spat out essence blood and pointed at Wang Yu with one hand.
Rumble!
Seven thick silver lightning arcs appeared. With a fleeting