The long blade of the Invisible Puppet grazed past his shoulder, inflicting a bone-deep wound that sent a piercing pain through True Monarch Yuanli's core, stirring a powerful sense of unease.
He sharply turned his head, but the puppet that had ambushed him had already vanished, leaving no trace or aura, as if it never existed.
Glancing again at the encirclement formed by six puppets, with blood-colored chains weaving a net that sealed off all escape routes, the sinister gleam of the blades and the cold glare in the puppets' eyes made him instantly realize that he had indeed underestimated the Core Formation Cultivator before him.
"I didn't expect you to be such a rare High-tier Puppet Master!" True Monarch Yuanli's magical power surged, healing the wound in an instant, his face dark enough to drip water, as black spiritual light exploded around him in an attempt to stabilize the situation.
