“Puff—”
Blood gushed out, his eyes widened, and he looked down at the huge hole in his chest, his eyes full of disbelief.
His body slowly fell down, and the sword in his hand also fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"What?!"
The monks around were suddenly horrified and retreated.
Even the powerful ones in the Sky Realm were helpless, let alone these independent cultivators.
However, the puppet guards did not stop.
Each puppet seemed to have independent consciousness, accurately locking onto each monk.
An elder of the Xuandan Pavilion roared, and scorching flames gushed out from his palms and rushed straight towards a puppet.
The flames instantly engulfed the puppet, but the puppet walked out of the flames unscathed, without even a single burn mark on its dark skin.
“This… How is this possible?!”
The elder of Xuandan Pavilion turned pale, and before he could react, the puppet had already punched out.
His head was smashed directly, and blood and brain matter splattered everywhere.
Screams rang out one after another, and the monks were crushed like ants by the puppet guards.
Some people tried to escape, but the puppet's speed was far beyond their imagination.
A puppet suddenly leaped up and smashed towards a fleeing monk like a huge rock, instantly crushing him into a pulp.
Yan An stood in the distance, watching all this coldly.
"Miss Yan, we... let's run away quickly!" The young master of the Jiang family said as he came flying on his sword.
Yan An glanced at him indifferently and still shook his head, "Not interested."
The young master of the Jiang family gritted his teeth, finally stopped talking, turned around and ran away.
However, just as he took a few steps, a puppet blocked his way.
The puppet's red eyes stared at him coldly, as if looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.
The young master of the Jiang family shot him in the chest.
With a clang sound.
The tip of the gun only penetrated a few centimeters.
The puppet is totally fine.
“No… No!”
The young master of the Jiang family retreated in horror, but the puppet had already punched out and knocked him away.
His body drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground.
If he hadn't been wearing armor, he would have died.
Dao Wentian stood beside Yan An with a frown on his face.
"The strength of these puppet guards is far beyond our imagination."
"I'm afraid only a strong person in the Void Realm can fight against it."
At this time, a puppet guard locked onto Yan An and rushed towards her.
The puppet's fist came with a whistling sound as it headed straight for her face.
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