A Combat Puppet stood before Zhao Jingyu.
The puppet was mindless and insensate, calmly enduring the corrosive smoke of the Five Obstacles Pill until the bones on its face were exposed.
Without hesitation, they engaged.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Fists and feet collided. Zhao Jingyu took three of its punches head-on before twisting its head off and tossing it aside.
He grunted, forcing away the discomfort in his chest, and turned to see the entire hall was now shrouded in smoke.
The Cultivators outside steeled themselves and charged in, finally clashing with the Combat Puppets in a chaotic melee.
Within moments, shrill screams began to ring out.
'No wonder the Douchen Sect values the Fire Cave Dynasty so highly. Raise corpses here for a few years, and the puppets they create can rival an entire third-rate sect!'
PUFF! PUFF!
Before Zhao Jingyu could catch his breath, two more Pills exploded.
His heart skipped a beat, and he hastily took out the Array Plate Wan Shenxiu had given him.
