Seeing the number of puppet cultivators, the first elder's expression changed slightly, and his expression became uglier.
He knew very well that things were getting more and more troublesome, to the point that he was completely out of control.
When they had retreated, the cultivators in the treasure vault that had been controlled only added up to about twenty.
However, at this moment, the not-so-narrow passage was filled with cultivators.
There were both foreign cultivators and native cultivators, but they were all controlled by the pottery men without exception.
Seeing their cold and numb expressions, all the cultivators in the treasure vault, including the first elder, felt a chill in their hearts.
Who knew if he would become one of them in the next moment?
"What kind of monster is this Tao person? I can't kill him, I can't beat him, and he'll be controlled the moment he lands on me!
