C129 Puppet Battle

When the cultivators heard the command to set off, they were once again overjoyed. It had been a long time since they had last fought, and their hands were itching to fight.

strategic contempt for the enemy, tactical attention to the enemy.

Wang Baoyu convened the pre-battle meeting to discuss how to defeat the enemy with everyone. He carefully analyzed the possible situation that could happen to them.

Jiang Tong was once again of use. Using his knowledge of the Western Returning Island, he drew up a rough map. Attacking Starsea Gate from the west was the closest route.

Tong Yansong felt that the Physical Blast Beads that Zhen Ning used shouldn't be underestimated, as they would bring casualties to the team. He might as well use the puppets to fight first, so he could also test the puppet's strength.

As for the Soul Seizing Claw in Zhen Xinghai's hands, it was undoubtedly the most dangerous. Tong Yansong could only think of a method, which was to create a mist that filled the sky, causing his eyesight to be in a difficult position.

On this trip to the West Returning Island, Tong Yansong had bought a few pieces of special talisman paper from the market and used them to draw the Misty Talisman.

Wang Baoyu and Shen Wanfang led six elders and became the frontline of the battle. Great General Yang Yuan led all the cultivators and started a joint attack. They had to coordinate and not give the enemy any opportunity to strike.

War meant casualties. Mercy was relative. Wang Baoyu solemnly ordered, as long as the cultivators of the Xinghai Sect stubbornly resisted to the end, they would be annihilated without mercy.

After using the small amount of time before the battle to train and use the Burning Fire Bugs, Wang Baoyu's divine sense had become much stronger and his control had greatly increased. After experimenting a few times, he was able to control these little insects as he pleased.

Dusk was approaching, and the two ships were officially ready to sail for the west side of the island. If there was no surprise, they would be on the island tomorrow morning.

On the West Returning Island's Xinghai Sect, Sect Leader Zhen Xinghai was in deep pain over the loss of his son. He also felt some regret. If he hadn't been so proud of his child, perhaps he wouldn't have brought such an unexpected disaster upon himself.

Zhen Ning was domineering on the island, but more or less, someone would discreetly tell the Sect Leader about it. Zhen Xing Hai, on the other hand, disapproved. This was his kingdom, and his son was his sole heir.

He didn't expect that his son, who didn't know how to restrain himself, would end up dying in the hands of others. Thinking about his son's death, Zhen Xinghai's heart felt like it was splitting apart.

It was too late to regret it now. Zhen Xinghai's only thought was to avenge his son. He wanted to tear these people who killed his son to shreds so that he could resolve the hatred in his heart.

The results of Zhen Xinghai's men's analysis were basically the same. These few people might have come from some nameless island, and were extremely arrogant and shameless pirates. As long as they put in some effort, they would be able to discover the whereabouts of the nearby islands and exterminate them.

Although they guessed that these were all late Foundation Establishment with magical equipment and magical equipment, the Star Sea Sect still had more than a hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators. These few people were no match for them.

They were all mistaken. They never imagined that Wang Baoyu had such a powerful army of 500 people, and they were all above Foundation Establishment.

Early that morning, just as Zhen Xinghai was about to go take a nap, he saw a disciple stumbling and running in.

"What happened? Why are you so flustered?"

"Leader, Sect Leader, we've received news that there are two large ships at the west coast. Over five hundred cultivators have swarmed in, and …"

"What else?"

"Also, there are a hundred Wooden Puppets that can leave. The ones leading them are the ones that killed the young master." The disciple kept wiping his sweat; he was obviously scared silly.

Zhen Xinghai could not help but be taken aback as a huge chill arose in his heart. It went without saying that this was a blatant invasion, not to mention that the opponent was extremely powerful.

"Pass my order to all the cultivators in the sect to gather and follow this Sect Leader to meet the enemy."

Zhen Xinghai wanted to avenge his son, but soon gave up on the idea of compromise. He took out a pitch-black eagle claw in his hand. He wanted to use his treasure, Soul Stealing Claw, to completely destroy his enemies.

As the winds blew and the clouds churned, the sky actually darkened. Zhen Xinghai led his men to welcome the Five Spirit King's army, but suddenly discovered that this troop had disappeared, leaving behind only a fog that could not be pulled apart.

"A cowardly tortoise!"

Zhen Xinghai cursed loudly and with a command, tens of his subordinates charged forward, sending out streams of sharp Zhen Qi.

A portion of the fog had been dispersed, revealing more than a hundred wooden puppets. They were less than a meter tall, and their work was rough, making it difficult to distinguish them by the nose and eyes.

Just as the cultivators were at a loss, these wooden puppets suddenly all leaped up, and with a wave of their hands, they shot out several tyrannical fireballs.

Rumble rumble rumble!

The row of cultivators in front of Xing Hai's door was instantly blasted away. They screamed incessantly and were shocked to discover that these wooden puppets' cultivation bases were at the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Several late Foundation Establishment stage cultivators rushed forward and attacked crazily to stop the wooden puppets. The sound of the explosion was like a clap of thunder, almost piercing their eardrums.

What they did not expect was that these dead creatures would actually cooperate with the attack and attack. Dozens of fireballs came at the late stage cultivator, causing him to retreat several steps.

"All of you, get out of the way!"

Zhen Xinghai could no longer bear to watch any longer. He leapt to the front and brandished his Soul Stealing Claw, grabbing towards a wooden figure from afar.

A thick and long gray fog instantly formed into the shape of a huge eagle's claw and grabbed a wooden figure. However, a fireball suddenly flew towards Zhen Xinghai. He quickly sent out a surge of zhen qi to push the fireball to the side.

Puppets didn't have flesh and soul, and no matter how powerful the Soul Seizing Claw was, it couldn't do anything about it. That fireball from earlier was precisely created by that wood person. Not only that, there were even more wood puppets that fearlessly pounced towards Zhen Xinghai.

Zhen Xinghai felt extremely embarrassed. He withdrew his Soul Stealing Claw and waved both of his palms in unison. Relying on his pure internal energy, he sent waves of air waves towards the wooden figure.

He was, after all, a cultivator of the middle phase of the Aurous Core stage, and this move was quite effective. The oncoming wooden puppets were all knocked flying, and some of them even lost their heads and became completely motionless.

"What a group of monsters. All of you, go die!"

Zhen Xinghai scolded endlessly, constantly waving his palm and ordering his protector to throw out the Body Blast Pearl at these wooden puppets. The effect of the Physical Blast Pearl was very obvious. Every time it hit the wooden figure, it would shatter it, giving it no chance to attack.

After a while, there were only a few dozen wood men left. They slowed down and retreated as if they were afraid of something.

Zhen Xinghai had just let out a breath of relief when the fog suddenly dissipated. A 500-man squad with a cold expression appeared in front of them in neat formation.

Dressed in armor and holding a weapon, all of them were at least at the Foundation Establishment stage. There were also two Aurous Core stage cultivators. Such a powerful troop of cultivators startled the cultivators of the Star Ocean Sect and they couldn't help but take more than ten steps back.

A young man, seemingly at the early Foundation Establishment stage, was standing in front with his hands behind his back. He had a disdainful sneer on his face as he looked contemptuously at Zhen Xinghai.