"I think there's probably nothing left. The power of Half-Step Dharma Artifact is something a mere puppet can't withstand."
Ye Changge's words carried a hint of helplessness, but even more so, a confidence in victory.
He knew that Half-Step Dharma Artifact was an existence that transcended the mortal realm, and its power was enough to shake heaven and earth.
However, those around them did not completely lose hope.
"It's hard to say. After all, Human Race have lower cultivation levels and certainly can't unleash the full power of the Demonic Saber."
Some people say they are trying to find a glimmer of hope in the smallest details.
"If we were to unleash the combined power of our battle formation with a single strike, we might actually be able to slay the puppet."
Another voice rang out, tinged with anticipation.
The crowd began to discuss amongst themselves, each offering their own opinion, creating a tense yet lively atmosphere.
Amidst these discussions, onlookers seemed to thrive on the drama.
They watched with excitement, tension, or curiosity as this battle was about to decide their fate.
Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the deep pit. The sound was full of pain and anger, and it was obviously made by the puppet.
"Human, you deserve to die." The puppet's voice echoed like thunder across the battlefield, its rage and resentment seemingly threatening to devour the entire world.
" Human Race, you resort to such despicable and shameless tactics; you are truly despicable and shameless."
The puppet continued to roar, its voice filled with disdain and hatred for humanity.
However, Ye Changge simply smiled in response to the puppet's anger and accusations.
"I'd be thrilled to be able to kill a bunch of trash like you."
His tone was relaxed and confident, as if the battle was just a game to him.
As he spoke, Ye Changge slashed down with the Demonic Saber in his hand once more. The blade light ripped through the sky like lightning, carrying earth -Heavenly Destruction power as it attacked the puppet.
" Human Race, stop!" Just then, a powerful aura locked onto Ye Changge, and a roar followed.
In the blink of an eye, several figures arrived in front of the puppet. They were the ancestors of the Devil Race, their eyes flashing with anxiety and anger.
"Ancestor, the puppet is ruined. Its soul has been corrupted, and it is already close to breaking down."
One of the elders examined the puppet's condition, his tone filled with helplessness and despair.
Upon hearing this, the Devil Race were instantly enraged.
" Human Race, you deserve to die! Please, our ancestors, intervene!" They could no longer care about anything else.
They chanted incantations, beginning to summon their distant ancestor—the legendary powerful Devil Race.
"Damn, the Devil Race are shameless. They call for reinforcements when they can't win." The onlookers commented on the scene.
However, they couldn't help but wonder: Does the Crimson Flame Devil Race still have powerful members?
Just as everyone was discussing this, the sky suddenly cracked open, and a cold voice came from within.
"What's going on? Didn't I tell you not to bother me unless it's important?"
The voice was cold and authoritative, as if the whole world was under its control.
Upon hearing this, the great ancestors were extremely excited. Their excited hearts and trembling voices were filled with awe and anticipation for their distant ancestors.
"Ancestor, the Human Race intends to annihilate my Crimson Flame Devil Race. We beg your help!"
However, the scene instantly fell silent.
About thirty seconds later, a soft sigh was heard, and then the other person's presence disappeared.
"I cannot interfere in the affairs of your world. Good luck to you." That cold voice rang out again, this time with a hint of helplessness and resolve.