Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

The Elephant King mentioned by Blood Shadow Cave Master was the new leader of the Pale Barbaric Elephant Group. With formidable strength and thick skin, he was the prime candidate for the charge.

Poison Scorpion Cave Master hesitated: “Great Cave Master, the Golden Halberd Army has been accumulating the power of the formation. Shall we just stand by and watch?”

“Once their accumulation succeeds, upon activation, it will surely be earth-shatteringly powerful.”

“By then, our sect’s formation chart might not be able to cover it.”

Lu Hongtu smiled slightly, exuding calm confidence, and conveyed through Divine Sense: “Wait.”

Soon, the four Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Six Cave Sect received the latest intelligence.

The Barbarian Demon Camp was successfully crushed, a piece of good news. Xu Dali still lived, but it was of no consequence.

The problem was with the White Jade Camp, Tu Ming actually fled! The High Priest of the Hundred Poison Tribe, such incompetence?

However, after the Jade Slips recording the battle were exchanged, the four Cave Masters were at a loss for words.

Tu Ming’s defeat was not unjust!

The White Jade Camp was unexpectedly wealthy!!

Most importantly, who could know how many more trump cards these children of noble families held?

For a moment, the three Cave Masters all grew to regard Mo Yuan Cave Master with admiration.

Demon Heart Cave Master went so far as to flatter directly: “At the beginning, when you, Great Cave Master, chose to tackle the Golden Halberd Army, targeting the toughest challenge, I had my doubts.”

“Now, those doubts have vanished.”

“Great Cave Master, your strategic foresight is clearer and deeper than ours.”

Poison Scorpion Cave Master said: “Great Cave Master, the White Jade Camp does not retreat. Those Three Generals Camp, Red Flower Camp are all insignificant. Shall we watch us forcefully attacking the Golden Halberd Army?”

Mo Yuan Cave Master slowly shook his head: “At this moment, we have already given our all, furiously bombarding the Golden Halberd Army for quite some time.”

“The ambush battle… we still have a powerful individual yet to take the field.”

The three Cultivators realized: “You mean… Lord Long?”

Lu Hongtu smiled slightly, his face radiating confidence: “Lord Long is the supervisor of the army, and also the leader of this ambush.”

“The ambush is about to succeed, it’s all stuck at the White Jade Camp.”

“I don’t believe he won’t make a move!”

“If he doesn’t act, how will he explain to the Ginseng Whisker Dragon King when he returns?”

Just as Mo Yuan Cave Master speculated, high above the clouds, Lord Long sighed deeply, removed his upper garments, revealing his frail, aged upper body.

He then took a deep breath, the clouds beneath his feet dispersed, and he descended vertically towards the ground.

As he fell, his aura grew increasingly strong, his body swelling, shifting from a skinny, slightly hunched elderly form to a youthful, muscular, and vigorous middle-aged man.

Even his white hair regained its black luster.

Divine Skill—Ginseng Essence Revitalization!

Lord Long kept his gaze fixed on the White Jade Camp below, watching as it grew larger.

He slowly extended his left hand, palm facing downward toward the White Jade Camp.

The next moment, a dragon’s roar sounded.

Martial Arts—Dragon Roar Palm!

A roar.

The dragon’s roar shook the heavens, propelling Lord Long’s surrounding airflow, creating a vague flying dragon phantom that enveloped him, diving down from the depths of the clouds.

“Not good!” Shuangjing sensed the impending danger, promptly took action, aiming at the high skies to intercept in advance.

But whether it was shooting arrows, firing cannons, or engaging Golden Light Sparrows, none could stop Lord Long’s descent.

Boom!!

With a loud crash, Lord Long’s palm struck the Battle Formation Dharma.

The mountain-sized jade collapsed with a thunderous sound.

Lord Long continued to fall, crashing into the very center of the White Jade Camp.

The people of the White Jade Camp were thrown into chaos, tumbling over one another.

On the ground, inside a huge crater, with his hand pressed against the ground, Lord Long exhaled a breath of turbid air and withdrew his hand.

Amid the dust, amidst the neighing of horses, Lord Long, kneeling halfway, slowly stood up, looking derisively around: “You youngsters are too lively. Now, face your doom.”