"The assets of a Spirit Plant Master are so substantial?"
This was the collective thought crossing the minds of Feng Yu and his group.
For them, a fourth-grade sword symbol is an extremely rare treasure, yet Lu Xuan could take out one after another. This greatly upended their understanding of Spirit Plant Masters.
However, with the four flood dragon puppets blocking their way, this thought was fleeting, as they quickly refocused on the flood dragon puppets.
The speed of the flood dragon puppets was getting faster and faster, they loftily watched over Lu Xuan and his group, generating an overwhelming pressure.
Just as they were about to mercilessly strike at Lu Xuan's group, suddenly, a patch of red cloud arose on the far horizon, a red fireball with a diameter of more than thirty feet, like a meteor, came crashing towards the four flood dragon puppets.
