The battle was still raging on, but it was completely one-sided.
In just a few breaths, it seemed as though Qi Yuan's divine realm had devoured all others.
The puppets appeared to have lost their fighting strength.
The leader of the Divine Flower Society could no longer bear it: "Spare me, and I will offer you the control technique of these flesh pigs.
In the future, you will have four mythical servants, as well as thirty-six Grand Dignitaries who have attained the six steps to heaven!"
Of course, he didn't have the puppet control technique, he was merely trying to buy time and preserve his life.
Qi Yuan looked at all the puppets, his gaze complicated: "These elders fought for their freedom when they were alive and deigned not to be trapped in the Vast Wave Realm.
After their death, how could I control their corpses and deny them peace even in death?"
Qi Yuan believed himself to embody order and goodness; he couldn't commit such a thing.
