On one hand, the Snow-colored Girl·Hui possesses six arms, with Ning Zhuo assisting from the outside. The Flowing Gold Guest's fists are hard-pressed to compete with six hands. Though his sound fork is powerful, it's not his usual weapon.
"Impossible, impossible! How could I possibly not defeat even a single mechanical puppet?!"
The Flowing Gold Guest's mentality was unbalanced, falling into a frenzy of rage.
He was determined to prove himself, resolutely clashing with the Snow-colored Girl·Hui, completely disregarding Ning Zhuo on the other side of the battlefield.
"It seems, I don't need to use the Blood Ash Tinder?" Ning Zhuo felt a hint of surprise.
He glanced at the Blood Talisman Clone elsewhere.
The Blood Clone was engaged in back-and-forth combat with the Humbleheart Broken-Blade Guard. If Ning Zhuo were to unleash the Blood Ash Tinder at this moment, it would surely incinerate the clone completely.
But there was no need.
