Not just for two hours, he couldn't afford even one hour right now.
This place wasn't anywhere else, it was the lair of the ancestor of Bi Mu Divine Race Divine City. If the opposite party had other means to check or sense changes here, it would be really troublesome if they arrived.
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaohao poured his immense Spiritual Power into the Xuantian Extreme Demon Sword, stabilizing the Fake Spiritual Domain Space while contemplating other strategies.
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaohao's eyes lit up, glancing at the ten thousand Mahayana Puppets piled in the corner, his lips curled with a mysterious smile.
"Maybe we can try using these Puppets!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
With this thought, Zhang Xiaohao operated the Three Pure Ones Scripture to its limit, sweeping his Divine Thought towards the ten thousand Mahayana Puppets beside him.
In a short moment, Zhang Xiaohao's Divine Thought reached the mass of Mahayana Puppets.
