Disaster

Numerous lords from both sides had gathered in the palace.

Now, they fled in terror.

"Run! Run!"

A forlorn voice reverberated through the palace. The lords escaped in a panic, in all directions. A red-haired middle-aged man who radiated a mighty aura was in the midst of a frenzied slaughter.

He was the Puppet Fighter, who had sat on a throne at the front of the palace.

He had kept to the sidelines until the Gold-armored Puppets and four Golden Purple Puppets had lost the ground.

Now, he erupted into action with overwhelming strength and killed many lords from the two camps.

Even superior lords, such as Black Yuan Lord, were frightened of him.

The red-haired middle-aged man was a terrifying Marquis Puppet.

"Let's go! Hurry up!" Black Yuan Lord growled with a cold look.

Behind him, many lords from Marquis Piaoxue Camp were escaping swiftly. Thoughts of the Marquis Puppet's Interspatial Ring were banished from their minds.