There, a gigantic white tiger stands silently.
Twenty years have passed, the wind and rain lash against it, but its restrained murderous intent remains unchanged.
Moss and vines cover it, adding a touch of desolation.
Luo Chen looked at this giant white tiger, took a deep breath, and leapt onto its head.
Sitting cross-legged, he sent out prohibitions with his fingertips, landing them on the white tiger's body.
Puppet Technique, he knows it too!
Being around Han Zhan for so long, he has picked up a few things through osmosis.
Perfectly controlling a puppet might be difficult, but subduing one is actually simple.
Especially now!
He now possesses a Soul Splitting!
When all the prohibitions were in place, Luo Chen's mind moved, and the soul splitting entered the puppet's head.
Vaguely, he could feel a silent soul deep within the puppet.
This white tiger puppet is not a lifeless object!
