As the heavy footsteps drew closer, killing intent filled the vast plaza.
These Daoist Soldier Puppets, which had appeared out of nowhere, were also a vital part of the Hongmeng Divine Hall's defense system. Moreover, they clearly understood combined attack formations, closing in steadily from all directions.
Ling Changqing put himself in their shoes. 'Even I would find it hard to escape a predicament like this,' he thought.
"...Damn it! We'll fight them to the death!"
The leading Divinity Transformation Powerhouse roared. He forced himself to his feet despite his injuries, summoned his Lifebound Flying Sword, and tried to lead his companions in carving out a bloody path to safety.
Unfortunately, the dozens of foreign cultivators were already at the end of their rope. How could they possibly withstand the relentless assault from these Daoist Soldier Puppets, each with individual strength comparable to the early stage fourth rank?
