It's rather interesting, as long as one steps back, the armed puppets won't attack again, as if following some command.
But there's no one here, who could have issued them orders?
Ling Xiao found it more and more peculiar, but such things, if one can't figure out at once, it's better not to think about it at all, lest one's brain explode from overthinking.
At this time, no one could help anyone else; it was every person for themselves.
Feng Yaorao let out a soft grunt as she swung her black long whip again, unleashing a terrifying force that made the entire hall shake incessantly.
The neck of the armed puppet had been directly coiled, and then Feng Yaorao mercilessly smashed it onto the ground dozens of times.
After those dozens of strikes, the body of the armed puppet became somewhat deformed, with some dents appearing, but that was just about it. The defensive power of the armed puppet was frighteningly strong.
