All the puppets in the village trembled at this moment, the sound of mechanisms colliding overlapping, the corpse beneath Sang Que's feet didn't spray a drop of blood, just scattered wood chips.
This is not the true body of the Puppet Master, or rather, he possesses some special ability to transfer.
The Xun Trigram has already failed, Sang Que stood on the rooftop, but none of the puppets around her looked up, the suicide rope rule she replicated couldn't take effect.
The Ghost Realm had already unfolded when she fired her gun, the original courtyard turned into the interior of the opera house, only the old locust tree remained unchanged, the power of the Ghost Realm couldn't affect the tree in the slightest.
Sang Que didn't feel like her Ghost Realm had been forcibly breached yet, most likely the Puppet Master was still within her Ghost Realm.
Sang Que reloaded while commanding the Red Ghost to attack the surrounding puppets.
