Just then, Tian Shu's expression shifted. With a swift motion, he waved his hand, and three streaks of light shot out from beneath his sleeve. With a flash of icy-blue light, three towering figures emerged from the mist behind him—each nearly three zhang tall.
The first resembled a skeletal warrior, its joints bound by dark tendrils of spiritual energy. The second was a humanoid figure with a translucent body, flickering like a phantom. The third was a towering construct, its surface inscribed with ancient runes that pulsed with a cold, blue light. Their eye sockets blazed with ghostly blue flame, and the pressure they exuded immediately distorted the surrounding space.
Liang froze.
His pupils contracted slightly.
Void Transformation Realm.
All three of them.
Puppets—at this level?!
