On Yanfu Mountain.
A gigantic tiger-shaped Puppet spread its blade-like winged blades, leaping through the mountains at an astounding speed.
More than ten figures stood upon it, the fierce wind whipping their robes so that they fluttered loudly.
Even now, Deng Taiyue was still utterly amazed.
"This White Tiger Puppet of your Sect is probably comparable to a Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator!"
Luo Chen surveyed the surroundings as he replied, "Brother Deng's eye is keen, but every time this Puppet is activated, the Spirit Power it burns through is not something ordinary people can imagine."
Deng Taiyue's gaze fell on the Puppet's torso and then its core head, and he secretly nodded to himself.
They were all inlaid with Top Grade Spirit Stones!
Even in the hands of a Nascent Soul True Master, such Spirit Stones were hard currency.
