The characteristics of mechanism puppets' attacks were great power and tirelessness. As long as the formations within their bodies remained intact and they had ample spirit stones, they could keep attacking without end.
But their flaws were equally obvious. Other than a handful of exceptionally skilled puppet masters, few could control puppets as flexibly as their own limbs.
When most puppets engaged in fierce combat with an enemy, delays would occur whenever they rapidly switched moves.
As for the Phantom Sect man charging forward alongside the ape puppet, he suddenly produced an enormous vajra pestle in his hand. Nine times out of ten, he was a body cultivator.
As for how much poison arts his opponent knew, this Extermination Sect cultivator believed that the man's abilities surely surpassed those of ordinary cultivators when it came to poisoning.
But he was probably merely integrating poison arts into the attacks he knew best.
This man's gaze was viciously sharp. He had indeed more or less guessed Zi Kun's true circumstances, but he had failed to fathom Bai Rou's depth!
Zi Kun and Bai Rou attacked like lightning. As one advanced and the other retreated, as one attacked and the other dodged, both sides moved with extreme speed.
All these thoughts merely flashed through the Extermination Sect cultivator's mind before he had already made his judgment.
With a flicker of his body, he dropped downward, causing the thick white beam of light to miss in a single strike from above.
At the same time, he quietly gripped something in his hand: a mottled conch containing a poison liquid he had refined.
This poison was so aggressive that even he himself had never managed to formulate an antidote.
Since the other side wanted to close in, whether it was the puppet or the Phantom