After years of cultivation, his strength was unfathomable, hardly inferior to a Nascent Soul Cultivator.
However, because practicing this Secret Technique greatly exhausted the Divine Soul, and he had existed in the world for at least a millennium, his Divine Soul gradually declined.
But, in this extremely critical moment, Cong Jie had no other choice but to call upon the ancestor, hoping the ancestor could save the sect from peril.
"Swift!"
Seeing this scene, Gu Yuntao knew precisely what the other party was doing.
He quickly formed a Seal Formation with his hands, muttering incantations, and with a pinch of Magic Technique, a brilliant glow erupted from his mouth.
This glow, like a lively Divine Dragon, rushed toward the Quasi-Fourth Rank Puppet with irresistible destructive force.
Boom!
The glow heavily struck the Quasi-Fourth Rank Puppet, emitting a deafening roar.
