Battle of Limits (6)

It couldn't be marked with an era!

If it were, Lian Xing might not only refuse to refine the sword blank for him, but might also refine him instead.

It had to be resolved quickly.

16 puppets.

Each with 500,000 divine power.

Even top-tier experts of the Fifth Tribulation would find it troublesome.

Moreover, puppets were unlike cultivators.

Cultivators could be suppressed.

But puppets had no fear.

Instead, under Lian Xing's command, they would surely be relentless.

Jian Wushuang's gaze drifted into the distance. With a thought, he instantly withdrew from the encirclement.

The puppets, however, seized every opportunity. Seeing Jian Wushuang trying to escape, they once again surrounded him.

Buzz!

16 puppets. Suddenly, from their depths, a hand stretched out, swiftly extending like sixteen tentacles, rushing towards Jian Wushuang.