Clang, clang, clang—
The large hand collided with more than a dozen peak-level puppets, instantly exploding with a shocking roar.
The intense clash sparked a multitude of sparks, like fireworks blooming in mid-air.
"Tricks of a beginner."
The Night Marquis snorted coldly, his palm clenched fiercely.
Then the covering hand in the sky also clenched tightly.
With a "bang," a peak-level puppet was crushed on the spot!
The Night Marquis's own strength was already enough to threaten ordinary peak-level experts.
Now, with that drop of Emperor Blood, the Night Marquis received an unimaginable boost, so much so that even peak-level puppets were crushed casually by him.
It was foreseeable that the ten or so peak-level puppets driven by the Fierce Dragon God would be destroyed by the Night Marquis, given time.
Fortunately, the Fierce Dragon God never planned to defeat the Night Marquis with these puppets alone.
"Buzz!"
