The densely packed metal puppets lined up under the Lifeless Tide, standing neatly as if they were well-trained soldiers.
"It's the Puppet Tide!"
"Although this Puppet Tide is still in the Lower Realm of Mountain Suppression, they do not fear life or death, nor do they feel anything. This time, it will be difficult."
Even the prodigies of the Middle Realm of Mountain Suppression wouldn't dare to say they could withstand the seventh wave of the Puppet Tide.
Demons may be reckless, but if they're struck with a blade, they know pain and evade.
Puppets, however, are different.
When struck, they feel no pain, and their attack does not cease.
At this moment, a sudden change arose among the crowd.
The Puppet Tide hadn't moved, but everyone on the battlefield had.
Exactly!
Many knew they couldn't survive the Puppet Tide, so they launched attacks on those beside them first.
To earn a few more points is still better than nothing.
