As the puppet deity stepped into the heart of the talisman explosion.
Mu Fusheng didn't hesitate for a second—he swept his hand, detonating the entire first ring of talismans!
In that instant, fierce lightning began to crackle from the branches, twigs, leaves, tree trunks, and even the gaps between rocks on the ground!
A destructive aura immediately filled the entire area.
However, for some reason, the thick mist here seemed crafted in such a way that even this devastating fight couldn't pierce through it; at the very least, nothing would leak out beyond a ten-mile radius.
Which was great news for Mu Fusheng—no need to waste effort laying down isolation seals before the battle.
Moments later, the blinding flashes of lightning swallowed up the puppet deity entirely.
Mu Fusheng and Jiu Bailu squinted through the stabbing light and kept their eyes fixed on the center of the storm.
Once the lightning finally faded, the puppet deity's figure had vanished.
