My Simulated Road to Immortality-Chapter 1429 - 1288_2

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But strangely, those fragments didn’t continue to fly outward.

Instead, they remained suspended in midair.

Ying Long kept speeding forward, completely shattering everything in its path.

But the places it had destroyed seemed to have fallen into a time freeze.

As a result, the real scenes beyond the illusory ones were never truly revealed.

What caused Sun Erlang’s pupils to shrink was the reappearance of that pale arm.

Only this time, it didn’t move to stop the eight Sky Patrol Arrows.

It calmly and yet very swiftly picked up those still, Illusory Realm fragments, one by one, and placed them back in their original positions.

If Sun Erlang allowed this pale arm to continue the reconstruction, the grand and potentially devastating dance of the eight Unity-Path-level Sky Patrol Arrows might end up feeling like a punch landing on cotton, having no effect whatsoever.

Naturally, Sun Erlang wasn’t about to let his opponent have its way.

"Even if it’s just a Puppet Body, to never show your face from beginning to end..."

"Do you really think so little of me!"

The Puppet’s eight pairs of arms moved across its body.

They writhed and fused, and in the blink of an eye, they transformed into a pair of incomparably thick arms, nearly the size of the Puppet’s main body.

The Puppet flashed in an instant, appearing before the pale arm.

And grabbed it fiercely!

However, this seemingly delicate arm actually contained an unimaginable vast strength.

Creak creak...

Far from stopping its movement, the Puppet’s massive arms were instead dragged by it, forcibly to continue in the direction of their original action.

The dark gold patterns on the Puppet’s body were already operating at their extreme.

Sun Erlang even faintly felt that, in this high-intensity struggle, the Puppet Body had already reached the limit it could bear.

It was about to fall apart the next moment.

A trace of cold light flashed in the real body of Sun Erlang.

Remote power support from other dark gold Puppets was instantly injected into it.

Bang!

Enshrouded by the golden light, the Puppet’s body swelled to several times its size in an instant.

The surge of immense strength managed to wrench back the movement of the ghastly pale arm.

Unwilling to let up, with energy bursting to its limits, it attempted to drag out the unseen assailant behind these dark theatrics.

The intention was good, but just when Sun Erlang felt success was within reach, an inexplicable chill suddenly surged in his heart.

Afterward, he felt...

As if another pale, icy arm had landed on the Puppet Body’s shoulder.

With a slight effort, the previous extreme state of the Puppet was broken.

The body staggered, losing balance clumsily.

Before he had time to adjust, Sun Erlang felt one after another, many pale hands stretching out from the Void.

Pressing down on the Puppet Body.

Each hand didn’t seem very strong.

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But they were so resolute, combined, they pressed down on the Puppet, like mountains, like seas.

In an instant, the Puppet was submerged in a pile of white hands, unable to move.

Buzz!

A trace of blood lingered in Sun Erlang’s eyes as he forcibly withdrew from the state of controlling the Puppet.

He had a premonition that if he continued to control the Puppet, being pulled by those pale arms into the unknown, his true form would also suffer severe damage.

"Immortal Realm..." At this point, Sun Erlang had confirmed the strength of his opponent.

It was beyond what he could cope with. A hint of unwillingness flashed through his mind, but Sun Erlang didn’t force it.

"It’s all right, leave this to me," Fortunately, at this time, the Artisan’s voice rang by the Puppet’s ear.

"This treasure wasn’t easy to create; I can’t just leave it to you..." The Artisan mumbled, his figure immediately appearing beside the dark gold Puppet.

The spinning blade in his hand simply traced a circle around those gripping pale arms.

Countless arms split like torn paper, breaking from the site of injury.

"Go!"

The Artisan patted the dark gold Puppet’s shoulder, and the Puppet gradually shrank back to its normal size.

Then, with a flash of light, it teleported away from the spot.

At the last moment, Sun Erlang saw that those pale arms, which the Artisan had cut, turned out to be mere willow branches.

"A Willow Tree?"

The Artisan also voiced the same question.

He tried to grab the severed willow branches but came up short.

As he was stunned, the densely packed thousands of pale arms had already merged back into space, disappearing without a trace.

"Not even willing to show a hand? That’s quite disrespectful to me," the Artisan said.

There wasn’t a trace of anger on the Artisan’s face; instead, he took out a circular copper plate from his bosom.

On the copper plate, several small figures wore comical poses.

Originally the figures were frolicking, but upon being pulled out by the Artisan, they immediately became agitated and anxious.

They pointed in different directions around them.

Without any apparent movement from the Artisan, a shadow-like rope flew out from beside him.

Rapidly streaking through the air, it vanished into the Void.

After a while, it swayed as if it had collided with something.

The black shadow-like rope started to shake.

The small figures continued to point, and black shadows kept shooting out from the Artisan’s side.

In no time, a large dark net of eerie and sinister black shadows was constructed around the Artisan as the center.

The small figures in the copper plate seemed to have completed their mission, happily patting their chests in relief.

But the Artisan reached out and grabbed one of the figures.

Though the figure was very reluctant, there was nothing it could do. Blowing a whistle, the figure split from one to two.

After a tumble, the figure from two became four.

It didn’t take long for the single figure to turn into a corps of small figures.

Each figure, with a grim face, hopped onto the ropes of the black shadow.

And then, to the faintly aligned cadence of commands, the figures began to drag the black shadows in front of them together.

The massive dark net tightened in an instant.

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