While Xiao Yu was displaying his formidable might, busily dismantling puppets, a certain palm-sized blue humanoid puppet among the finished puppets watched in alarm.
Where did this monster come from? He cultivated both magic and physique, and his fighting strength was actually this terrifying!
Although he could not control these hundred-odd puppets, he had long since set their activation conditions. The moment an outsider intruded, the puppets would immediately attack.
Moreover, every attack they unleashed had the power of the middle or late Core Formation stage. With over a hundred attacking together, they could cause even a Nascent Soul cultivator considerable trouble. One careless mistake could even prove fatal. Yet this man had disposed of them as effortlessly as brushing away dust!
Seeing that the guardian puppets could not harm this monster in the slightest, and that he had even dismantled several of them, the palm-sized puppet finally reacted.
He immediately unleashed two secret divine sense techniques in succession: Divine-Shocking Thorn and Seven Emotions Art.
Following a ripple of invisible fluctuations, the divine sense attacks descended upon Xiao Yu in an instant.
Still busy dismantling puppets, Xiao Yu suddenly felt an inexplicable pang of dread. He immediately guarded his sea of consciousness and reinforced the net of lightning surrounding his Nascent Soul.
The next moment, Xiao Yu felt as though a needle had pierced his brain. It punctured his defensive barrier in one stroke, sending excruciating pain through his head and forcing a muffled groan from him.
Immediately afterward, a strange fluctuation descended into Xiao Yu's dantian. Before he could react, the lightning net surrounding his Nascent Soul crackled softly.
"Ah... you damned brat! What the hell is this thing?!" An aged voice rang out from within Xiao Yu's body. Clearly, its owner had suffered an unexpected setback while attacking