Of course, although a puppet's strength can't compare to that of a true cultivator, its survival and recovery abilities are far superior.
If a cultivator were hit by this blow, they would undoubtedly suffer severe injuries, but the puppet barely felt anything and quickly recovered. Naturally, it had to pretend to be gravely injured and unable to rise.
Ye Luo approached the captain, his expression mournful, a facade of righteous indignation.
"Captain, are you alright? This is too much; does the Emissary think they can act with impunity?" Ye Luo laughed uproariously.
In reality, joy was blossoming in his heart; he hadn't expected the Emissary to fall for it so easily. He realized he had underestimated the value of the Spiritual Liquid!
However, this bottle of Spiritual Liquid was enough to cause Ye Luo a headache. After all, trapped here, his resources were limited, and the Spiritual Liquid was his most precious resource.
