The purple-armored warrior and the two-headed puppet nodded without any objection upon hearing these words, as if this puppet was truly the one in charge.
The three-eyed puppet’s voice was not deliberately lowered, making it audible not only to Mu Qing and the beautiful woman but also to Han Li, Yuan Yao, and the others.
A strange expression flickered across Mu Qing’s face, while the beautiful woman curled her lips in a mocking smile.
“Hehe, Sister Mu, since they wish to wait for reinforcements, why don’t we wait together?” The white-haired beauty turned to Mu Qing with a chuckle.
“I was thinking the same. Let’s follow Sister Lan’s suggestion,” Mu Qing replied with a faint smile.
The white-haired beauty nodded, withdrawing her hands into her sleeves, while the massive ghostly figure behind her hovered in the air, swaying gently.
Mu Qing crossed her arms and stood motionless atop the golden flower.
The two truly seemed unwilling to strike first!
As for the high-level demons and Han Li’s group behind them, without any orders, they naturally remained idle as well.
The three warrior puppets on the opposing side exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with curiosity. However, the women’s inaction suited their intentions, so they also refrained from engaging in the imminent battle, merely watching coldly from a distance.
Amidst the clashing blades and swirling shadows, eerie winds and bloody glows intertwined in the air, accompanied by continuous explosions.
From time to time, shattered puppets and dismembered ghost soldiers plummeted from the sky, bursting into clouds of black mist upon impact.
Yet, the five powerful beings at the Integration stage remained locked in a standoff, each wary of the others.
The blood-armored puppets had the advantage in numbers and coordination, while the ghostly soldiers were individually stronger, further bolstered by the eight ghost kings. For a time, they pushed back the thousands of puppets, gaining the upper hand.
Had it not been for the fearless warriors in the hundreds of chariots and the armored beasts pulling them, which possessed some supernatural abilities and managed to restrain most of the ghost kings, the situation would have been far worse.
Han Li’s eyes flickered with contemplation.
The ordinary blood-armored puppets moved sluggishly, clearly lacking agility—mere puppets without any divine consciousness possessing them. Meanwhile, the ghost soldiers trained by the white-haired beauty displayed their full might, striking with chilling winds and spectral weapons. Those puppets caught in their attacks were either frozen into black ice or sliced apart by wind blades.
The eight ghost kings each demonstrated their unique powers, spewing mist and transforming into towering black-armored fiends, each over ten zhang tall, with massive bull horns and ghastly fangs.
Despite the puppets’ desperate resistance, they were effortlessly torn apart by these ghost kings.
The three warrior puppets remained indifferent to the destruction of their forces, as if their subordinates’ annihilation meant nothing to them.
Seeing their ghostly soldiers gaining the upper hand, the white-haired beauty and Mu Qing were content to continue observing.
After a while, more than half of the blood-armored puppets had been destroyed, along with all the chariots, while a significant portion of the ghost soldiers had also perished, and the eight ghost kings were heavily wounded.
The white-haired beauty’s eyes gleamed coldly as she glanced back at the other high-level demons, seemingly about to issue an order.
But at that moment, a ripple silently emerged from deep within the mist, causing the air around Han Li and the others to tremble unnaturally.
This anomaly immediately drew the attention of the purple-armored warrior, the puppets, and the women.
However, aside from the violently churning mist in the distance, the fog remained a monotonous gray, revealing nothing unusual.
Just as Han Li narrowed his eyes in suspicion, a deep, resonant hum rolled in from afar.
A flash of white light erupted in the distance, followed by an earth-shaking explosion. A white sun emerged within the mist, rapidly expanding and scattering blinding radiance that instantly engulfed the entire fog sea.
As the light faded, an unfathomable spiritual pressure surged forth, rampaging unchecked through the space.
“Not good!”
The women and the three puppets instinctively shut their eyes. Sensing the terrifying pressure, they immediately transformed into streaks of light, fleeing away from the mist.
Han Li reacted just as swiftly, his wings fluttering as he vanished in a bolt of lightning.
Yuan Yao and Yan Li swiftly converged, summoning a gust of gray mist to carry them away.
The remaining high-level demons scattered in panic.
A thunderous roar echoed from afar as a white tornado erupted from the heart of the mist, soaring into the sky like a roaring dragon.
But the pillar of wind trembled and collapsed, dispersing into a tempest that tore through the surroundings with a deafening shriek.
Despite the mist’s mystical restrictions, it was utterly obliterated by the violent winds, vanishing without a trace.
When Han Li reappeared over a thousand zhang away and looked back, his heart clenched.
The once-endless sea of mist had completely vanished, replaced by countless raging white whirlwinds.
The area where they had stood was now a realm of howling gales, filled with invisible wind blades and ceaseless explosions.
The puppets and ghost soldiers caught in the storm struggled helplessly before being torn apart, their screams lost in the chaos. Only the eight ghost kings, shrouded in black light, barely held on, though their situation was precarious.
The white-haired beauty’s expression darkened. She let out a sharp cry, and the ghost kings responded with a collective shriek, merging into a single colossal fiend.
The towering ghost broke free from the storm and sprinted toward the white-haired beauty without looking back.
Meanwhile, the three warrior puppets stared intently at the tempest, their thoughts unreadable.
Suddenly, heavy footsteps thudded from within the storm, shaking the ground with each step. The sound grew louder and closer, as if a colossal being was rapidly approaching.
The women and puppets tensed, their expressions grave.
Moments later, a shadowy figure the size of a small mountain emerged from the whirlwind, growing larger with each flash.
The violent winds seemed to have no effect on it.
Han Li’s eyes gleamed blue as realization dawned on him.
With a deafening roar, a thousand-zhang-tall crimson giant leaped out—the Blood Puppet of the Earth Blood Old Freak.
On its shoulders stood two blood-robed figures, while atop its head stood a black-robed man—the most enigmatic of the four demon kings, Six Legs!
At the sight of the blood-robed men and Six Legs, the white-haired beauty’s face lit up with joy. Before she could speak, the three-eyed puppet suddenly shouted, “How are you two alive? Where are the others?”
“The others? You mean these?” Six Legs replied coolly, flicking his sleeve. Four round objects tumbled from the Blood Puppet—severed heads, some still wearing peculiar helmets.
“You killed them? Impossible! Their strength surpassed ours, and they had countless ghosts aiding them!” The purple-armored puppet’s voice trembled with disbelief.
“Heh, if your true bodies were here, I might have retreated from seven Golden Cicada beings. But possessing puppets, you can’t even muster half your power. How could you hope to challenge me? Fellow Daoists Lan and Mu, kill them all—leave none alive!” Six Legs commanded with a murderous chill.
The three-eyed puppet’s eyes widened in panic. “Scatter and flee!” it barked.
The three puppets spurred their monstrous mounts, transforming into streaks of light that shot off in different directions, vanishing hundreds of zhang away in mere moments.
But Six Legs and his allies were prepared. The white-haired beauty cackled, transforming into a streak of green smoke that pursued the purple-armored puppet, her colossal ghostly ally in tow.
Mu Qing stamped her golden flower, summoning a black formation beneath her feet. In a flash, she vanished, reappearing near the two-headed puppet.
One of the blood-robed men let out a long cry, and the Blood Puppet took a massive stride, crossing a hundred zhang in an instant to chase the three-eyed puppet.
The three groups vanished into the distance in the blink of an eye.
In moments, only Han Li, Yuan Yao, Yan Li, and a handful of high-level demons remained.
Han Li’s mind raced. Just then, Yan Li’s voice whispered in his ear:
“Fellow Daoist Han, seize this chance to escape. The remaining demons here can’t stop you, can they?”
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