Zhang Daoyan's mouth involuntarily fell open with astonishment. He had never encountered an enemy like this before, someone who would charge headfirst into a magic attack without dodging.
Could the enemy be a fool?
Of course not, a fool wouldn't have the privilege of competing with him for a spot in the Nine Netherworld, otherwise, wouldn't it imply he is lesser than a fool!
Yet, the enemy did just that, casting a shadow over his heart.
An opponent who doesn't play by the rules is difficult to deal with. He had no idea what the other party aimed to do, but he knew he couldn't let them succeed.
If the enemy advanced too close, he wouldn't stand a chance against a high-skilled magical combat cultivator.
He was a Puppet Master, very clear on how to exploit his strengths.
'Retreat, land on the ground, then surround him with the puppets!'
