The threads shot super fast, as fast as light speed and just like that, the thread stabbed the celestials' forehead, as if about to make them into puppets.
And it did.
Anyway, the moment the threads entered the celestials' foreheads, the celestials' bodies suddenly relaxed like a puppet with no strings.
SNAP!
Joan lightly flicked her fingers, and these soft puppets suddenly moved stiffly, as if there were countless threads operating every single part of their bodies.
Joan didn't waste time and immediately gave her command to these celestials through the threads as the medium.
[Fight all celestials you meet. Don't harm the blood clan.]
Just two simple commands.
The ten celestials who had turned into puppets within less than a minute completely obeyed the command, and one by one, they rushed to the battlefield to find their own kin.
SWOSH! SWOSH! SWOSH!