"Five minutes have already passed, and you still haven't figured out how to deal with that Copper Puppet?" Wang Tianshuang was in a sorry state. His left arm had been nearly crushed, his clothes were in tatters, and his face was pale. He could only rely on Guiyuan Pills to hold on.
"I'm close! Just hold on a little longer!" After dodging an attack from the Copper Puppet, Zhou Fan glanced at the construct before him. He had struck it with his sword countless times, but it was still unshakable. He felt a wave of powerlessness wash over him.
He had tried many different approaches, but every time he aimed his sword for the puppet's glabella, it would block the strike with its hand or simply dodge. It was exasperating.
