The ground was shaking. Scorching flames and cold frost erupted near the next tower of the Scourge.
The girl could only feel strong emotions colliding on the battlefield in the distance.
The Knights summoned by the gray fog did not even have the chance to charge. They were scattered by a barbarian warrior who fell from the sky.
“Where did these... Magic puppets come from?”
The sound of magic explosions on the battlefield was too loud. The girl could only raise her voice and ask where these powerful warriors and spellcasters had come from.
They were not living beings in the real world. Instead, they were the fusion of emotions and energy in the consciousness world.
The girl knew this. Hence, they were closer to a type of magic puppet than humans. They were magic puppets with powerful abilities.
“Of course, it’s the common impression of thousands of Holy Spirit players in the world.”
