Just like the puppets in the commercial district outside the square before, Wu Liang's enveloping mist instantly caused the surrounding puppets to break down.
Taking advantage of this, He Zhan also took action against the body of the Puppet Ghost.
The Priest and Cannon watched the Puppet Ghost change from resembling Liuyun back to its plastic shell form, their eyes instantly reddened.
If the comrade who had been with them was a ghost all along.
Then the real Liuyun might already be...
"You bastard! Where the hell did you take Liuyun?" Cannon's forehead bulged with veins, his fists clenched so tight they almost bled, as he punched fiercely towards the Puppet Ghost's abdomen.
Beside him, the Priest also took out his Scepter.
After smashing it into the ground fiercely, he chanted obscure and difficult Sanskrit, an intense golden light spreading from the base of the Scepter to the ground, slowly climbing up the Puppet Ghost's body.
"Roar——"
