Yan Wenjue fled a thousand miles in one breath before slowing down.
Even at this moment, his heart was still seething like oil being boiled.
"He's actually a Nascent Soul True Monarch!"
"So this is An Liuli's biggest trump card. No wonder she's always been so fearless!"
"I must report to Lord Hong!"
As his mind raced,
"Whoosh~" a shadow flashed by.
"Bang!" In an instant, Yan Wenjue's puppet blocked his side, and sparks flew everywhere.
He fixed his gaze, only to realize it was also a puppet.
What astonished Yan Wenjue was that even though the puppet was right in front of him, his Divine Sense had no response at all.
Compared to his quasi-fourth tier puppet, the dark puppet was ugly and black all over, yet the power of its earlier strike showed that it was on par with his quasi-fourth tier puppet.
He looked around but found nothing.
"Who is the friend here? Could you show yourself?"
No response was heard.
