Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

“It’s a Runaway Fire Snake, probably over a hundred years old, a Foundation Establishment Stage beast.” Ning Zhanji explained, then ordered the entire troop to be on guard.

Ning Yong, however, displayed excitement, “Finally encountered one? With Lord Ning Zhanji here, why fear a mere beast?”

Ning Chen analyzed, “Apart from a few of us newcomers, we have six Foundation Establishment Stage members here. The rest are high-level Qi Refinement cultivators.”

“Just a single Foundation Establishment Stage beast.”

Ning Zhuo remained vigilant.

He knew well: beast’s natural abilities often far surpassed human cultivators. Moreover, here in the Flame Demon Melting Cave, a prolonged battle could easily attract other beasts.

The Ning Family cultivator troop continued moving forward.

But this time, their speed significantly slowed down, and the atmosphere within the group shifted.

Before long, they found the Runaway Fire Snake.

The Runaway Fire Snake’s body was slender, glowing brightly all over, resembling a long strip of fierce flames.

In fact, it was formed entirely from fire essence, lacking conventional beast blood and flesh.

The Runaway Fire Snake was fierce and quick, slithering through rocks, often leaving a melted snake path on the stone surface.

Just now, Ning Zhanji had discovered this snake path, estimating its age and strength from the path’s width and the degree of melting.

Now that they encountered the beast, it proved that Ning Zhanji’s judgment was spot on.

This was indeed a Foundation Establishment Stage beast.

The Ning Family cultivators started the battle.

First, a cultivator threw out an array plate, setting up a temporary formation to conceal everyone’s aura.

Then, numerous cultivators began preparing spells.

Shortly after, streams of water arrows shot towards the Runaway Fire Snake.

The snake initially suffered a barrage of concentrated attacks, its fiery glow dimming by more than half before it could react.

The snake charged at the Ning Family cultivators with fierce momentum.

Two brawny cultivators rushed out, covered in various spells, confronting the snake head-on and holding it in place.

Other cultivators cast spells again, both augmenting the frontline fighters and actively striking the snake.

The Runaway Fire Snake could not fend off multiple attackers and soon its body shrank by a third under continuous water and frost spells.

Realizing it was outmatched, the snake tried to flee.

Ning Zhanji moved like lightning, blocking the snake. He clapped his palms together, sending out two Frost Palm Imprints.

The imprints flew through the air, emitting cold air. The snake was enveloped, its movements slowing noticeably.

Bang, bang.

Two overlapping sounds, and the Frost Palm Imprints directly killed the Runaway Fire Snake.

A perfect ambush!

Ning Yong’s eyes sparkled with excitement, “This is Lord Ning Zhanji!”

His words revealed strong admiration and longing.

Ning Zhuo nodded repeatedly, showing a similar expression to Ning Yong, but secretly wondered, “In this volcano where fire-attribute spiritual energy is exceptionally dense, why are they using frost spells that are so inefficient?”

After several more demon beast hunts, Ning Zhuo gradually understood.

As it turned out, Ning Zhanji was deliberately training them.

When encountering weaker beasts or spirits, they used spells to spar, honing their cooperation.

Against stronger beasts, the Ning Family cultivators employed various magic artifacts, with Ning Zhanji leading the attacks.

To avoid prolonged battles attracting more trouble, the Ning Family cultivators focused on quick, decisive victories to end fights as swiftly as possible.

“There’s a Magma Demon Ape ahead!” Suddenly, a scout cultivator called out a warning.

The entire team halted.

A mature Magma Demon Ape was incredibly troublesome, equivalent to ten Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators.

It was very unlikely that the ape here would be an infant.

Even Ning Zhanji furrowed his brows.

“Wait a moment, something seems off with the ape.” The scout cultivator, eyes closed, had a headband emitting a faint glow.

“It seems to be dead?!” The scout cultivator opened his eyes, visibly shocked.