บท 887: Crushing spiritual power

There was a faint smile on Lu Ming's face. He looked at the fifteen puppets with a calm expression.

The puppet was getting closer and closer to Lu Ming.

Countless people were looking at Lu Ming on the fighting ring. They knew that Lu Ming was going to use that move again.

Was that technique still effective against the assimilation of appearance?

Everyone's eyes were fixed on it. Very soon, they would know.

Just as the puppets were a few meters away from Lu Ming, he took a step forward and fifteen formations appeared on the ground. With a flash of light, fifteen figures that looked exactly like Lu Ming appeared. The moment they appeared, they pounced on the fifteen puppets.

Bang! Bang!

As soon as a figure came into contact with a puppet, the figure would explode like a balloon and turn into wisps of inscriptions that spread over the puppet, forming a large array that entered the puppet.

"Come, I don't believe you can cut off my connection with the puppet!"