Wu Zhao's Rebirth, Fusion of Battle Puppets that Surpassed the Primordial Chaos (3)

Once he started infusing his spiritual energy, there was no turning back.

"Wu Zhao, if you really can't endure it, you can give up," Han Muye said softly.

Although Wu Zhao had been following him, he had not enjoyed many benefits.

"Hehe, Master, this soul power, this feeling of enhancement, ah, how could I, ah, give up…"

Wu Zhao's voice was dark and mechanical.

However, there was determination in his voice.

He would never give up.

How could he give up now?

Although the sensation of condensing his soul was excruciating, it was an enhancement of his power!

Three days passed, and a trace of fatigue emanated from the Golden Bead before it flew back.

"Damn it, I'm exhausted."

The Golden Bead muttered.

"Many thanks to Senior for fulfilling my wish." Wu Zhao's divine soul, now fully materialized, bowed.

Then, he looked at the Battle Puppet standing quietly at the side, its eyes shining.

Han Muye nodded.