A strong fluctuation suddenly came from the distant sky, and in the next moment, seven Demonic figures appeared simultaneously above the battlefield, each carrying a different Aura.
The first Demonic Lord, clad in black battle armor engraved with complex Demonic patterns that shimmered with a faint blue light, held a massive Demon-slaying Blade, its blade wreathed in dense Devilish Qi, emanating a heart-palpitating sense of oppression.
The second Demonic Lord was a portly middle-aged man, dressed in a blood-red robe that fluttered in the wind like scorching flames; his stout figure, with a pair of chubby hands, clutched a string of prayer beads made from unknown bones, while a Demonic shadow floated beside him, encircling his body, adding a mysterious and unfathomable Aura.
The third Demonic Lord, clad in a set of black battle armor inlaid with purple gems that shimmered with a cold radiance, had red hair, a towering physique, and a sinister face.
The fourth Demonic Lord was a female, dressed in a magnificent purple gown, her skirt as light as clouds, her skin like jade, her features picturesque, holding a bone flute, coldly watching the battle below.
The fifth Demonic Lord, cloaked in heavy bronze battle armor, had a towering physique, like a walking God of War; he wielded a massive war hammer, its head carved with ferocious Demonic Beast totems.
The sixth Demonic Lord was a young man, dressed in a simple white robe, with a slender longsword hanging at his waist, a gentle yet profound smile, but his eyes revealed a cold killing intent.
The last Demonic Lord was entirely shrouded in a black robe, revealing only a pair of crimson eyes, holding a seemingly ordinary walking stick, but the tip of the stick was inlaid with a gem that emitted a faint green light, and the space around the eerie green gem was distorted, revealing his unfathomable strength.
The seven Demonic Lords each displayed their unique styles, exuding powerful Auras, and their arrival made the already tense battlefield atmosphere even more solemn.
"To be killed like this by a group of Puppets, what a bunch of trash!"
The leading Demonic Lord, the Body Integration Cultivator clad in black battle armor, disdainfully glanced at his struggling subordinates and angrily cursed.
His gaze was like a blade, his Divine Sense sweeping across Frost City, as if to see through all illusions, attempting to find the Puppet Master controlling the Puppet army.
"Why be angry, Lord Youhong? Now is the time to use people; let's first find that Puppet Master," the fat Demonic Lord in the blood robe gently twirled the prayer beads in his hand, chuckling, and gestured.
"Hmph!" Lord Youhong snorted coldly and instructed, "Leave the rescue to you; I'll go find the Puppet Master behind the scenes."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lord Youhong's figure suddenly vanished from his original spot, leaving only a faint blue afterimage; he transformed into a black lightning bolt and charged directly towards Frost City, attempting to find the key figure controlling the Puppet army.
Seeing this, the other six Demonic Lords exchanged glances and all took action.
Lord Xueyan, clad in the blood robe, gently waved the prayer beads in his hand, unleashing streaks of blood-red light that blasted towards the Puppet army.
The blood-colored eerie light exploded with immense power the moment it touched the Puppets, tearing many fifth- and sixth-order Puppets to pieces.
The red-haired Demonic Lord, Tian Sha, let out an angry roar, his figure transforming into a red lightning bolt, shuttling through the Puppet army; the Demon-slaying Blade in his hand was wielded so densely that every strike was enough to sever several Puppets.
The fourth female Demonic Lord, Qiongying, with her purple skirt gently swaying, softly played the bone flute in her hand, and the melodious flute sounds transformed into streaks of purple sound waves; these sound waves, upon touching the Puppets, instantly destroyed their internal mechanisms, rendering them combat-ineffective.
The fifth Demonic Lord, Han Ye, his body beneath the bronze battle armor as steady as a mountain, moved like a swift thunderbolt, descending from the sky towards the center of the Puppet army, wielding the massive war hammer in his hand, shaking heaven and earth, smashing swathes of Puppets into scrap.
The sixth Demonic Lord, Mo Yu, the white-robed youth, smiled as he drew the longsword from his waist; with a light flick of the sword tip, streaks of black Sword Qi, like swimming Dragons, shuttled across the battlefield, each black Sword Qi capable of piercing through the core of a sixth-order Puppet.
For a time, the battlefield was bustling.
Lord Xueyan's blood-colored eerie light, like a rain of death, continuously exploded within the Puppet army, leaving behind fragments.
Lord Tian Sha's red lightning shuttled through it, his Demon-slaying Blade irresistible, every strike taking the lives of several Puppets.
Lord Qiongying's sound wave techniques were strange and unpredictable; they silently infiltrated the Puppets' interiors, destroying their precise mechanical structures, making these once-invincible war machines dull and powerless.
Lord Han Ye, on the other hand, was like a walking fortress; every swing of his hammer was accompanied by deafening roars, smashing groups of Puppets to smithereens.
Lord Mo Yu's cold and ruthless swordplay became the most dazzling presence on the battlefield; his black Sword Qi was the most efficient in destroying Puppets.
Under the combined attack of the six Demonic Lords, the Puppet army began to show signs of defeat; the number of Puppets rapidly decreased, and the originally impenetrable Puppet formation gradually became loose.
The Human Race Cultivators observing the battle from the city wall witnessed the entire process of the Puppet army going from having an absolute advantage to gradually falling into a disadvantage, and their moods fluctuated accordingly.
The initial cheers gradually turned into worry and unease, and many clenched their fists, their eyes gleaming with anxiety.
"What do we do? How did it suddenly... We're finished!"
"The reinforcements are too strong; the Puppet army is like paper in front of them!"
"Who can stop them? What do we do!"
...
Watching a Demonic Lord charge towards Frost City, his Divine Sense scanning recklessly, searching for something, the Cultivators' hearts were filled with despair and fear; if the city's Puppet Master was defeated, then Frost City would also face a catastrophe.
"Want to find me? Is it that easy?" Feeling the Demonic Lord's Divine Thought searching, Mingyue sneered in her heart; she had long anticipated that the Demonic Lords would try to find and eliminate her, so she had already prepared, using the power of the Tian Kui Jade Plate to conceal her Aura.
"Hmph! Do you think you can defeat me like this?" Mingyue clutched the Tian Kui Jade Plate tightly, her eyes filled with determination and coldness.
"Dragon Guard Puppets, appear!"
With Mingyue's low shout, the Tian Kui Jade Plate in her hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, and an ancient and mysterious power surged out from within, instantly permeating the entire battlefield.
Immediately after, thirteen Seventh-Order Puppets, clad in Dragon Scale Dao Armor and wielding Spirit Tooth Dao Swords, majestically appeared in the air; they floated up and, following Mingyue's thoughts, together surrounded the Demonic Lord who was searching for her whereabouts, moving with lightning speed and ferocity.
These thirteen Dragon Guard Puppets exuded overwhelming Dragon might, their figures agile; the Dragon Scale Dao Armor shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, and the Spirit Tooth Dao Swords gleamed with a chilling light, emanating a heart-palpitating sharp Aura.
Lord Youhong was completely focused on searching for the Puppet Master's trace when he suddenly felt a powerful Aura approaching; he abruptly looked up and saw thirteen Seventh-Order Puppets had already surrounded him.
The Dragon might emanating from these Puppets caused an inexplicable chill to rise in Lord Youhong's heart.
"Seventh-Order Puppets, Seventh-Order Dao Armor? Seventh-Order Dao Sword? This!" Lord Youhong's expression changed slightly; he had never seen such powerful Puppets.
Mingyue stood in the distance, a cold sneer on her lips, directing the Dragon Guard Puppets to attack through her connection with the Tian Kui Jade Plate.
"Dragon Guard Puppets, heed my command, kill!" With a thought from Mingyue's Divine Sense, the thirteen Dragon Guard Puppets simultaneously moved, their figures flashing, transforming into streaks of light, rushing towards Lord Youhong; the Spirit Tooth Dao Swords further transformed into streaks of Sword Qi, like a net cast from heaven and earth, enveloping Lord Youhong.
Lord Youhong snorted coldly, waving the Demon-slaying Blade in his hand; dense Devilish Qi instantly erupted, forming a black Demonic barrier, attempting to resist the Dragon Guard Puppets' attack.
However, the strength of these Dragon Guard Puppets far exceeded his imagination; the Sword Qi and Demonic barrier collided, producing deafening roars, and the Demonic barrier was instantly torn apart.
"How is this possible!" Lord Youhong was greatly shocked, not expecting these Puppets to be so powerful.
Just then, the Dragon Guard Puppets had already approached him, and thirteen streaks of Sword Qi simultaneously descended, like thirteen lightning bolts, instantly engulfing him.
Lord Youhong only had time to let out a scream before he was cut into countless pieces by the Sword Qi, his Devilish Qi scattering and dissipating between heaven and earth.
This scene happened in a flash; the other six Demonic Lords were still fiercely battling the Puppet army and had no time to rescue him.
When they saw Lord Youhong instantly killed, their faces all showed expressions of disbelief.
"Youhong, he actually fell!"
"What kind of Puppets are these, so powerful!"
"Damn it! This Puppet Master's methods are extraordinary!"
A hint of vigilance rose in the hearts of the six Demonic Lords; they began to take this battle seriously, no longer underestimating these Puppets.
The Human Race Cultivators on the city wall, who had originally fallen into despair, reignited their hope when they witnessed the Dragon Guard Puppets instantly kill Lord Youhong.
"Excellent! Long live the Puppet Master!"
"These thirteen Puppets are too formidable! He will surely win!"
"Incredible, that Body Integration Demonic Cultivator was instantly killed!"
...
The cheers of the Cultivators rose and fell, they were overjoyed, as if they saw victory, the dawn of a new life.
Mingyue's Divine Sense locked onto the other six Demonic Lords and the remaining Demonic Cultivators on the battlefield; her eyes were devoid of emotion, leaving only a strong killing intent.
Having used the Dragon Guard Puppets so conspicuously, it would be difficult to explain to her master later; the only solution now was to eliminate all enemies, leaving no survivors.
"Kill!" With a thought from Mingyue, the thirteen Dragon Guard Puppets instantly activated, transforming into streaks of light, like thirteen silver lightning bolts, rapidly charging towards the other six Demonic Lords; the Spirit Tooth Dao Swords in their hands gleamed with a chilling light, striking fear into the hearts of onlookers.
Lord Xueyan, seeing the unfavorable situation, hurriedly urged his prayer beads, releasing more blood-colored eerie light, attempting to block the Dragon Guard Puppets' offensive.
However, these blood-colored eerie lights, upon contact with the Dragon Guard Puppets' Dragon Scale Dao Armor, were all repelled, unable to cause substantial damage.
Lord Tian Sha roared, waving his Demon-slaying Blade even more fiercely, attempting to counter the Dragon Guard Puppets with powerful attacks.
But these Puppets' defensive power was too astonishing; his Demonic Blade could only leave shallow marks on the Puppets' bodies, unable to truly harm the Puppets' cores.
Lord Qiongying, on the other hand, tried to use sound wave techniques to interfere with the Dragon Guard Puppets, but the unleashed sound waves, upon contact with the Dragon Guard Puppets, seemed to be swallowed by an invisible force, completely ineffective.
Lord Han Ye and Lord Mo Yu also unleashed powerful attacks, but none could cause substantial damage to the Dragon Guard Puppets.
The Dragon Scale Dao Armor on these Dragon Guard Puppets was tightly integrated with their bodies, providing astonishing defense, and at the same time, the Seventh-Order Dao Swords in their hands were even more terrifying in their lethality; each sword strike was enough to make a Demonic Lord feel terrified and require their full effort to counter.
However, the thirteen Seventh-Order Puppets were as fast as lightning and could rotate different elemental attributes; when combined, they surprisingly contained the formations of heaven and earth, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, with extreme attack speed and an endless, continuous offensive.
Facing the fierce offensive of the Dragon Guard Puppets, the six Demonic Lords gradually felt their strength failing.
Although their attacks were fierce, they appeared pale and powerless in the face of the Dragon Guard Puppets' almost impeccable defense.
Lord Xueyan's face was ashen; he had never seen such powerful Puppets, and his proud attack methods now seemed like child's play, easily resolved by the Dragon Guard Puppets.
Lord Tian Sha's red hair danced wildly in the wind, and his Demonic Blade swung slower and slower; each swing seemed to exhaust all his strength, and if this continued, he would eventually be depleted of stamina by these Puppets and ultimately defeated.
Lord Qiongying bit her lips tightly; the bone flute in her hand had lost its former magic, and her sound wave techniques were ineffective against the Dragon Guard Puppets, making her feel an unprecedented sense of frustration.
Lord Han Ye and Lord Mo Yu also fell into a bitter struggle.
Although Lord Han Ye's war hammer was immensely powerful, it couldn't find an opportunity to attack due to the Dragon Guard Puppets' agile dodging, and in the face of the Dragon Guard Puppets' copper-wall-like defense, they were clearly unable to defeat these Puppets.
Mingyue, taking advantage of the situation, frequently moved her thoughts, and the thirteen Dragon Guard Puppets seemed to receive new instructions, their offensive becoming even more ferocious; the Spirit Tooth Dao Swords in their hands poured down like a torrential rain, each sword strike capable of severely wounding a Demonic Lord.
"Not good! We are no match for these Puppets; escape quickly!" Lord Xueyan exclaimed in alarm.
"There's no escape; we must unite, or we'll all die here!" Lord Tian Sha roared.
...
The six Demonic Lords were anxious; they exchanged glances and pushed their respective Demonic Qi to the limit, attempting to break through the Dragon Guard Puppets' encirclement and escape.
However, their offensive, though fierce, appeared chaotic in the face of the Dragon Guard Puppets' almost perfect coordination; the Dragon Guard Puppets seemed to be able to predict their attack routes, always avoiding fatal blows at critical moments and then launching counterattacks.
As time passed, the six Demonic Lords gradually felt their strength failing, their true Qi greatly depleted, while the Dragon Guard Puppets seemed tireless, their offensive growing fiercer and fiercer.
At this time, Mingyue also didn't stop, dividing her attention to control the remaining low-level Puppet army, launching a fierce attack on the surviving Demonic Cultivators; although the Puppet army's numbers had greatly decreased, under Mingyue's control, they still displayed powerful combat capabilities.
For a time, the situation on the battlefield reversed, and the originally advantaged Demonic Cultivators began to retreat steadily.
Under the dual assault of the Dragon Guard Puppets and the Puppet army, they simply could not withstand this powerful offensive.
"No! This is impossible! I can't die!" Lord Xueyan cried out in terror, his face filled with despair and unwillingness.
"Retreat! Quickly retreat!" Lord Tian Sha also realized the gravity of the situation and shouted for retreat.
However, Mingyue did not give them any chance to escape; the Dragon Guard Puppets' offensive intensified, and they, along with the Puppet army, launched a final assault, completely surrounding the remaining Demonic Cultivators, giving them no chance to breathe.
Soon, the Dragon Guard Puppets and the low-level Puppet army, like cold-blooded killers, ruthlessly slaughtered the six Demonic Lords and all the surviving Demonic Cultivators, leaving behind pools of blood and broken limbs wherever they passed. (End of Chapter)
