Tuck's steam roaring defiance clearly angered those puppets silk lines that had begun to show spirituality.
Soon, more and more puppet silk lines gathered together, like voracious pythons, bloodthirsty vines.
They rapidly converged from the depths of darkness.
In a short time, the number of puppet silk lines increased more than tenfold.
And their target was the flame barrier constructed by the witchcraft of wind and fire powered by the steam origin energy that Tuck had built.
"Whoosh..."
The gathering puppet silk line vines formed a wave of puppet silk lines over a dozen meters high.
In front of Tuck, a massive world of puppet silk lines was woven.
Afterward, the puppet silk line wave suddenly pressed down.
"The intensity of their spirituality is even more astonishing than I imagined," Tuck said, furrowing his brows.
"Could it be that the Puppet Master is about to complete their advancement?"
