Four hours later, the sky was completely dark.
Before the gate of the Qingmu Clan, Shangguan Jian looked completely sullen. He finally knew what it meant for numerous ants to kill an elephant.
The unknown toxins in his body had accumulated, causing the flow of his spiritual power to stagnate, meaning only 50% or 60% of his strength could be exerted.
In front of him, the puppet manipulator used spiritual threads to connect more than 30 people, which could pull people back in critical moments.
Of course, the most powerful one was the kid in the mask who was almost immortal. The impact of the attack he suffered was enough to kill dozens of Core Formation cultivators.
However, not only did he not die, he also gave a large number of pills and treasures to others. His wealth was simply incredible.
"Junior Clan Master, I will leave the Wind-Breaking Cone behind. How about you guys just let me go?"