Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master - Chapter 787: 260: One Battle Three!_3

Chapter 787: Chapter 260: One Battle Three!_3

“The City Lord is truly wise; she must have recognized this boy’s extraordinary nature, which is why she tolerates him, allowing him to come to the southern city gate to investigate.”

With this in mind, Wen Ruanyu immediately used Divine Sense Transmission to convey to Ning Zhuo, “Jiao Ma, how long can you maintain this state?”

“If you can hold on, I will be able to drive back the other two Golden Core Ghost Generals.”

“If we win this battle, I will personally report to the City Lord and commend you!”

Ning Zhuo slightly turned his head, gazing at Wen Ruanyu, and transmitted a thought, “Step aside.”

Wen Ruanyu: ?!

The next moment, a Mystic Gold Slash grazed past his shoulder, slicing through the air.

Wen Ruanyu’s eyes were filled with a golden hue, all remnants of the Mystic Gold Slash.

“Hey! Jiao Ma, you nearly sliced me!” Wen Ruanyu exclaimed furiously.

The Ghost General who wears a mirror face was also startled. She was entangled with Wen Ruanyu, quite close by, and the second Mystic Gold Slash posed a severe threat to her.

“Fortunately, I’ve been paying close attention to this brat and avoided it just in time… Wrong!”

The mirror-faced Ghost General looked in another direction.

There, the Mouthy Ghost General had been split in two, divided into left and right halves.

“Ah, ah, ah!” The Mouthy Ghost General cried out three times, trying his best to recover.

But even after restoring his body, he was dimmer than before.

“Terrifying, terrifying, terrifying!” The Mouthy Ghost General was deeply agitated and, regardless of the cost, unveiled his trump card.

Ghost Technique—Ghost Bats Swarm.

His entire body erupted with Yin Qi, transforming into a turbulent tide of dark energy. From which, countless ghost bats flew out.

The ghost bats, in great numbers, temporarily obscured the battlefield.

The mirror-faced Ghost General seized the opportunity to fully entangle Wen Ruanyu.

On the other side, Yuan Dasheng was locked in a fierce, close contest with the Butcher Ghost General.

A vast majority of the ghost bats descended from the skies, all targeting Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo slowly raised his head, his eyes as tranquil as a deep pond, distinctly reflecting countless ghost bats.

The ghost bats screeched as they dove down, carrying a biting intent to kill.

Ning Zhuo neither dodged nor evaded, slowly opening his arms.

Fire-attribute—Nine Heavens Fire Dragon Technique!

Fire Element Heart Temple!!

In an instant, flames surged, burning fiercely, quickly engulfing over half the battlefield.

Roar!!

Three fire dragons took form from the sea of flames, the air severely distorted, and the ground’s bricks turned red-hot.

The fire dragons roared, charging towards the sky full of ghost bats.

The crimson hue, with an unparalleled wild, unrestrained posture, swiftly overwhelmed the darkness and black tide, becoming the dominant color of this battlefield!

Everywhere was aflame!

The ground tiles melted, the ghost bats vanished in smoke.

The fire dragons struck accurately, one for each, sweeping the three Ghost Generals into their midst.

The three Ghost Generals, witnessing such a magnificent and vast blaze, knew things were amiss, but their retreat couldn’t match the speed of the fire dragons’ assault; they were all seared, wailing in agony.

Wen Ruanyu was forced to flee this battlefield, bewildered by the intensity of the flames.

The remaining craftsmen were also cornered, one of whom cried out, “No, this is the workshop; deploying such a spell will incinerate everything!”

Wen Ruanyu heard this, and his heart sank.

He hurriedly prepared to act, trying to salvage whatever he could, particularly the paper sculptures.

“Hiss…”

The next instant, before the blazing sun, Wen Ruanyu drew a cold breath.

For upon careful observation, he realized that amidst this sea of fire, though the blaze was fierce, it was orderly. Even those three fire dragons, despite their formidable presence, every move they made was precise, and the flames refrained from scorching even a hair of the paper sculptures.

Th𝐢𝐬 𝙘h𝗮pṯ𝖾r ɩ𝖘 p𝐨𝘴𝘵𝑒ⅆ b𝑦 𝗞𝑖𝓉𝖾ṅ𝐨𝘷𝕖𝑙

“What meticulous control!”

“This is a fire-attribute spell!!”

At that moment, Wen Ruanyu’s heart was stirred, “Is this Jiao Ma really Jiao Ma?”

The flames dissipated.

The three Ghost Generals, burned nearly to death, were bound by streams of water, immobilized.

“Fire-attribute turned to Water Element?! Hiss…” Wen Ruanyu inhaled sharply again.

Ning Zhuo slowly approached.

Wen Ruanyu wore a solemn expression, looking at Ning Zhuo with newfound respect.

Ning Zhuo extended a hand, water streams burst forth, capturing the three Ghost Generals and bringing them before him.

Ning Zhuo glanced at the Butcher Ghost General and the mirror-faced Ghost General then focused his gaze on the expression of the Mouthy Ghost General.

“Spare me, spare me, spare me,” the Mouthy Ghost General cried out.

Ning Zhuo remained expressionless, gently hooking a finger.

The next moment, the water streams like blades, swept across the Mouthy Ghost General, slicing away his flesh piece by piece.

“Ahhhh…” the Mouthy Ghost General howled in agony, twitching incessantly.

The Butcher Ghost General struggled hard, while the mirror-faced Ghost General bit her lip tightly.

Ning Zhuo raised a second finger, unleashing a Gold Element Technique, sending hundreds of thousands of golden needles piercing continuously into the Mouthy Ghost General.

“Pain, pain, pain!” The Mouthy Ghost General’s voice almost turned hoarse from screaming.

Ning Zhuo then performed Earth Element Magic, layering it upon one side of the Mouthy Ghost General’s body, crushing half of his ghostly form into powder.

The Mouthy Ghost General couldn’t make a sound anymore, his eyes rolled back as he fainted.

Unintentionally, the Butcher Ghost General had stopped struggling, and when the mirror-faced Ghost General saw Ning Zhuo’s gaze, her body trembled slightly.

Yet Ning Zhuo turned his head towards Wen Ruanyu.

Wen Ruanyu was walking over, his heart tensed, he cupped his hands in thanks, completely devoid of the previous attitude of a Golden Core looking down on Foundation Establishment.

Ning Zhuo remained indifferent to the gratitude, eventually directing his gaze towards the head of the paper sculpture.

“Who is this?” Ning Zhuo asked, concerned about misunderstanding, he knowingly asked.

Wen Ruanyu was taken aback for a moment, “Are you referring to Senior Sister Meng?”