Ten Near-Divine beings, all elders in appearance, with disheveled yellowing hair and hanging heads, wore expressions of blankness, like they were puppets without consciousness.
"As expected!" Xiao Chen glanced at the ten puppets, confirming they were the defective products of the Chi Emperor's god-creation plan.
If there's ambition to mass-produce Divine Spirits, creating a few Near-Divines isn't too difficult.
These ten puppets owned by the Little Underworld King are likely failures of the god-creation plan.
"Kill him!"
The Little Underworld King issued the command.
In an instant, the ten puppet Near-Divines raised their heads, their murky eyes shimmering with strange light, their killing intent locked onto Xiao Chen.
"Defective products should not embarrass themselves!"
Xiao Chen didn't want the Yu Emperor Hall destroyed, so he struck first.
