Seeing the might of the old man, they knew all too well that if the latter wanted to kill them, it was as easy as flipping their palm.
Snort… the old man snorted. He was just about to advance towards the Soul Spiritual Tree, when from the corner of his eyes, he saw a figure rise from the dust.
With a crimson light flashing in its hollowed eyes, it was none other than the demonic puppet. The latter stood on its feet even after taking on an attack that could easily kill even a battle overlord realm practitioner.
"This thing!!" The old man's eyes turned slightly solemn. He didn't think that the puppet would be able to take on his attacks and appear completely fine.
