The Candela Empire's mythology was rich with wealth.
Upon seeing someone fighting desperately at the forefront, they too clenched their teeth and gave their all.
Blades of Glory, Sunlight Dragon Tooth, Northern Wind… various types of Mythical Puppets appeared one after another, and for a moment, they actually managed to suppress the Mysterious Evils.
However, even the soulless, heartless puppets couldn't escape the influence of "sorrow" and "darkness".
This was the power of authority.
Rather, it could be said that due to the absence of soul and will, the Mythical Puppets were even more vulnerable to these intangible influences.
But they had bought some time.
Liufeng, wielding his sword, along with two other powerful mythologies, rapidly approached from different directions, tearing through the obstructing ghostly winds and Mysterious Evils.
It was close!
Dawn was just ahead!
"But, can it really go so smoothly?"
A despondent myth wondered.
The next moment,
