Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 879: Chapter 303: Colossus Ning Zhuo (Part 2)

Martial Arts - Long-armed Python Strangulation.

The arms of the Giant Statue Ning Zhuo suddenly extended, attacking from both sides, like two colossal pale pythons endowed with life!

The python-like arms directly entwined the Death Bone Giant Spirit.

Crack... crack...

The body of the Death Bone Giant Spirit was forcibly twisted off, and the explosive crackling resounded continuously.

To Ning Zhuo, it felt as if he was snapping dry wood.

The bones of the Death Bone Giant Spirit crumbled inch by inch under the strength of the Giant Statue Ning Zhuo, truly like rotted twigs!

The upper body of one Death Bone Giant Spirit was twisted until only its spine and skull remained.

Just as it was about to be completely destroyed, the other two Death Bone Giant Spirits were triggered, their bodies covered in bone spurs which expanded as they wrapped around the Giant Statue Ning Zhuo.

Numerous sharp and robust bone spurs directly pierced through the armor, deeply embedding into the Giant Statue Ning Zhuo’s body.

Intense pain ensued instantly.

Ning Zhuo grunted, persevering with the Long-armed Python Strangulation martial art, insisting on twisting apart one Death Bone Giant Spirit before finally pushing them away with his palms and legs, distancing himself from the two Death Bone Giant Spirits.

The armor and body of the Giant Statue Ning Zhuo were riddled with many holes.

Two Golden Core Level Ghost Generals slipped through the large holes and entered the Paperman Giant Statue.

Ning Zhuo noticed this, both shocked and angry: "What’s happening? What’s Yang Sanyan doing? He actually didn’t block these Ghost Generals?"

Ning Zhuo had high regard and expectations for Yang Sanyan’s combat abilities.

But as it turned out, he dropped the ball at this critical moment.

However, when Ning Zhuo looked around and saw Yang Sanyan, his heart sank, and he immediately understood Yang Sanyan.

Yang Sanyan’s mouth was bloodied, his chest sunken, with a deep imprint of a club.

He stared intently at the enemy who had ambushed him: "What does your Soul Devouring Sect want?"

The one who ambushed him was none other than the Bone Tomb Taoist.

The Bone Tomb Taoist, from the Soul Devouring Sect, was a Golden Core True Transmission of that sect. Stroking the bone club in his hand, he said leisurely to Yang Sanyan: "The Soul Devouring Sect, of course, wants more."

"However, the City Lord of White Paper City cares more about her independence."

"Even if we offered higher terms, she was unwilling to dismiss the Myriad Images Sect and make our Soul Devouring Sect the primary sect here."

"Since that’s the case, collaborating with the Lord of Wanchuan is reasonable."

The City Lord of White Paper City’s plea for external aid turned out to be letting the wolf in at the door.

Yang Sanyan retorted coldly: "Our Myriad Images Sect painstakingly cultivated in the White Paper Immortal City and contributed a great deal; thus, becoming the primary sect of the White Paper Immortal City is rightfully deserved."

"Bone Tomb Taoist, you’ll have to pay for your mistake next!"

Boom... boom...

Yang Sanyan and Bone Tomb Taoist engaged in a fierce battle, locked in a deadly struggle.

This put Ning Zhuo in a difficult situation.

His energy was only sufficient to control the Paperman Giant Statue, dealing with the two external Death Bone Giant Spirits.

He was merely at the Foundation Establishment Stage, and being able to activate and control a Nascent Soul Level Paperman Giant Statue was already quite challenging.

At the moment, Ning Zhuo had no spare energy to deal with enemies who had breached the statue, let alone interfere with Sang Le Youling.

If Sang Le Youling was not dealt with, she would continue to summon more Death Bone Giant Spirits!

Time was advantageous for the Yin Soldier army.

Boom... boom...

Ning Zhuo rolled on the ground, dodging another pincer attack from the Death Bone Giant Spirits. Meanwhile, he used this move to shake off the remaining Golden Core Ghost Generals trying to invade.

Everywhere he rolled, the buildings were flattened and crushed.

Bam... bam... bam...

The two Death Bone Giant Spirits relentlessly pursued.

Ning Zhuo tried to stand up but suddenly his knee gave way.

It was the Long Axe Ghost General, who struck inside his knee, nearly destroying the array nodes within.

"Not good!" The state of Ning Zhuo fused with the Paperman Giant Statue was thus shattered.

He felt extremely uncomfortable instantly, as every movement became a burdensome effort akin to bearing the weight of mountains.

Another Ghost General lunged along his left arm, heading for the chest.

He wreaked havoc along the way, causing Ning Zhuo’s left arm armor to quickly dematerialize, showing signs of imminent collapse.

Ning Zhuo immediately felt a tearing pain from his left arm.

Boom!

The Death Bone Giant Spirit delivered a heavy blow, knocking Ning Zhuo down.

The heavy impact hit Ning Zhuo, making him feel his soul being assaulted and experiencing intense writhing pain.

He could only curl up his body, defending with all his might.

Bang... bang... bang...

The Death Bone Giant Spirit attacked repeatedly, each hit like a sledgehammer pummeling Ning Zhuo’s soul.

For a moment, Ning Zhuo’s ears buzzed incessantly, his vision blurred, and blood-colored specks began to appear at the edges of his sight.

He was caught in internal and external struggles.

Even if he wanted to sever ties now, he had to unravel the close connection between himself and the Paperman Giant Statue.

Severing ties recklessly would result in terrifying retaliation!

...

Netherworld.

The grand ritual platform.

The Wuyin Silent Ghost Monk’s black sphere of ruin was countering the torrent of souls from the Wangchuan Prefect.

The Silent Extinction Zen Sound of the former was about to put the Wangchuan Prefect’s subordinates to death.

The Wangchuan Prefect made his choice!

He formed a finger technique and shifted his attack.

The waters of the River of Oblivion burst forth, transforming into several Xuanming Water Flood Dragons!

The Flood Dragons roared fiercely, formed from millions of tons of Wangchuan River water, endless Yin Qi, immense mana, and countless lost souls.

They carried a terrifying aura of death, bypassing the black sphere of ruin, and rushed towards the Silent Ghost Monk all at once.

The Silent Ghost Monk was mercilessly butchering the Wangchuan Prefect’s subordinates.

Facing the onslaught of the Flood Dragons, his murky eyes finally showed a flicker of emotion.

A single one could tear apart an ordinary cultivator in their physical form, and now there were seven besieging him!

The Silent Ghost Monk summoned his lifebound magical treasure, a Buddha Wheel.

The Buddha Wheel ascended, unleashing a terrifying aura in all directions, boosting the Silent Ghost Monk’s momentum to its peak!

The Buddha Wheel spun rapidly, its emitted Buddha Light opening up the battlefield, distorting space, and in an instant forming a towering and indistinct phantom of a silent and desolate Buddha!

Silent Extinction Buddha!

The charge of the seven Xuanming Water Dragons was blocked by the Buddha phantom, unable to advance an inch!

The Wangchuan Prefect’s expression changed.

He knew that this confrontation had reached its most critical point.

He could not retreat, nor could he afford to.

At the last moment!

He summoned a seal.

This seal was entirely black, neither gold nor jade, with an ancient and sturdy shape. The seal handle was a coiled Nether Dragon, and the four sides of the seal body were engraved with countless intricate and ever-flowing Nether Runes, symbolizing the ultimate power to govern the Wangchuan Underworld and control the Wangchuan River— the Wangchuan Prefect Seal!

This was a national treasure!

The prefect no longer held back and infused his lifelong cultivation level into the seal, hurling it fiercely toward the Buddha phantom!

The national treasure struck the Buddha phantom, causing it to contract abruptly.

The national treasure hovered in the air, suppressing the battlefield.

The seven Xuanming Water Flood Dragons regained their momentum, climbing onto the Buddha phantom, entangling it tightly.

The Xuanming Water Flood Dragons emitted a draconic cry, their powers resonating with each other, eventually connecting head to tail to form a lock, sealing the Buddha phantom layer by layer.

The Wangchuan Prefect Seal was also encompassed.

Eventually, it formed a massive silver-grey sphere. On the surface of the sphere, there were reliefs of seven Xuanming Water Flood Dragons.

The Silent Ghost Monk gazed silently at the Wangchuan Prefect, the tattered monk robe moving without wind, his emaciated body becoming transparent and illusory as if an illusion.

Finally, he stepped back, and the space beneath his feet rippled like water waves, his figure merging into the dark void, disappearing without a trace.

"Truly decisive." The Wangchuan Prefect snorted coldly.

Although he had won and managed to seal and suppress the enemy’s Lifebound Buddha Wheel, he felt heavy-hearted.

Because his Prefect Seal was also enclosed.

Without it, how could he suppress the enemy’s Silent Extinction Buddha Wheel?

"Perhaps this is a ploy intended to weaken my combat power further!" The Wangchuan Prefect sniffed the scent of conspiracy.

But he had no choice, forced to cope step by step.

Besides his Prefect Seal, he had also lost members of his ranks.

Originally five Nascent Soul Cultivators, only two remained; thirty thousand Forbidden Army soldiers had been devastated by sixty percent.

"Go." The Wangchuan Prefect softly commanded, pushing forward with both palms, urging the flow of souls from Wangchuan to push the black sphere of ruin and silver-grey sphere away from the platform, hiding them within the dense clouds of Yin.

"Go!" Within the Paperman Giant Statue, Ning Zhuo was left with no choice but to bring out the Mechanical Puppet.

The enemy’s power was overwhelming, so he cautiously brought out all major combat forces.

Heavy Blood Ape·Great Victory.

Shadow Blade·Night Tiger.

Netherworld Envoy·Qi Bai.

Buddhist Doctor·Meng Yaoyin!

The Buddhist Doctor appeared holding a scythe, her expression changing slightly, and surprisingly, she took the initiative to look around.

Ning Zhuo: "Mother?!"