"To use puppets as armor... How did he even come up with that?"
After Yin Liulan's confirmation, Dongfang Zhen's mind went completely blank.
That fifteen-meter-tall monster, radiating an overwhelming aura and capable of sending a Lord-level creature flying with a single punch...
'That thing is *really* Lin Ye?!'
「A short time earlier.」
Of course, Lin Ye hadn't rashly leaped to his death.
While he was locked in combat with Balan, his Molten Demon Race puppets had used their innate ability to swim in magma, carving out a tunnel from every corner of the volcano that led directly to this core Magma Lake.
The moment he leaped into the magma was the signal.
The next instant, the puppet army that had long been lying in wait surged upward like a tidal wave.
Countless puppets—from the Molten Demon Race, the Eight-armed Race, and the Stone Ghost Race—swarmed him, heedless of their own destruction.
