"What?" Mei Shumo exclaimed.
"Old Thief Huang!" Hong Gu said, gritting her teeth.
"It has nothing to do with him. The battle overhead startled this thing awake." Li Yingshi recognized its origin, his expression turning solemn. He summoned the golden gourd from before and said quickly,
"It's a Blood Puppet of the Golden Spirit Race! Whatever you do, don't let them possess you, or not even an Immortal Elixir will save you!"
Mei Shumo and the other two were thrown into a commotion and immediately went on high alert.
Hearing this, Lü Zhong recalled the origins of the Blood Puppet.
There was a reason the Golden Spirit Race, the former hegemons of this world, had dominated for over a hundred thousand years. The race had made immense achievements in the dao of puppetry. When they faced the Immortal Dao invasion, they relied on their refined Puppets to stubbornly resist for over a thousand years.
This showed just how powerful the race was!
