"Boom!"
With a loud explosion, Ma Liang shattered on the spot, yet it was merely a splash of water light.
"Are they all clones?" Su Yuan's eyes moved slightly, his gaze landing on the swirling Netherworld Water, "However, with this thing, it's enough."
Accompanied by a burst of spirit light, the priestess at Su Yuan's side once again unleashed the True Form Release, flying forward to grab the Netherworld Water...
Not far away, somewhere in the mountains.
"Does the puppet's weakness lie on its back?"
Ma Liang looked at the Netherworld Water surging high in the sky from afar, and through the controlled clone, finally saw the Netherworld Dead Soldiers injuring the war chariot from behind.
"Although this overwhelming frontal assault is indeed formidable, if the weakness can be mastered, it's not difficult for me to counter..."
Ma Liang's mind stirred, ready to take action.
