The 'Guardian Puppet' controlled by Xiao Yu—its palm, a bloody mess with exposed bone—was gradually being wrapped in tough, powerful, bright-red flesh.
The innermost bones were no longer visible.
Clearly.
This 'Guardian Puppet' had just forcibly cut down Wu Shuo and paid a huge price for it.
But as time passed, the price was vanishing.
'This is getting bad!'
'This Guardian Puppet, its recovery speed is terrifying!'
'Is it because this is the Secret Realm Space, and the Guardian Puppet has home-field advantage?' Wu Yiyi thought to himself, feeling things were going south.
The purple ring was seized by the Guardian Puppet's huge hand; a tremendous force clamped down on the ring.
No matter how Wu Yiyi struggled, it was all in vain.
"So what."
"What's the Wu Family, really, nothing much."
"If you want me to let you go, what kind of price are you willing to pay?" Lin Zheyu said with a cold smile.
