Just as the four men relaxed a little, relieved that they had blocked the massive beam of light, the burly man made another move.
With a cold sneer, he opened a hidden compartment on the giant tiger's head and fitted a mid-grade fire-attribute spirit stone inside. Specks of white light began gathering in the tiger's mouth once more.
At the sight, despair appeared on all four faces.
How were they supposed to fight this battle? They had to laboriously expend their own magic power to maintain their Protective Barriers, while their opponent only needed to casually produce a mid-grade spirit stone to make his puppet unleash an attack that could kill them.
The four exchanged glances, and only one word remained in their eyes: "Run!"
As one, they summoned their flying magic tools, shot into the air, and scattered in four directions, fleeing for their lives.
They knew perfectly well that fleeing like this might get them struck by that terrifying beam and killed. But they also knew that the Giant Tiger Puppet could not fire four beams at once.
As for which unlucky soul the burly man would choose, they would each have to leave that to fate. Fleeing this way at least gave them a better than even chance of survival. Staying to resist would certainly leave them dead without even an intact corpse.
Seeing them flee, the burly man immediately commanded the giant tiger to fire a beam. His first target was the old Daoist, for it was this man who had gathered the five of them to attack him in the first place. Naturally, the burly man hated him most.
The giant tiger beneath him did not disappoint. With a hum, a red beam over five feet in diameter swept through the air and struck the