BOOM! CRACK!
Two thunderbolts that seemed to be enough to pierce through Eternal Brightness exploded in the middle of the puppet king's and Li Yao's souls at the same time, almost blowing them into pieces.
There was no telling whether it was an illusion or reality. There was no telling whether it was mental or physical. Two surging, unparalleled forces fell upon the puppet king like a mountain.
In Li Yao's senses, they were indeed two magnificent, solemn, three-headed, six-armed statues hundreds of meters tall. Surrounded by holy light, they glanced over all the living creatures in the world with an air of control, forgiveness, and suppression.
Just a moment ago, the puppet king's power of darkness had been intimidating and unstoppable.
But right now, suppressed by the two statues, he was like a clown who was at his wit's end.
"Puppet King, now—"