Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Guan Hong stroked his beard, also showing interest. But the next moment, he frowned slightly as the severe pain from his injured right arm reminded him that rest and recuperation were most necessary at this time.

When Liu Er heard that Ning Zhuo wanted to leave and meet up with Red Flower Camp, he felt intensely annoyed and disgusted.

He suppressed these negative emotions, expressing his concern for Ning Zhuo: “How could this be allowed.”

“Strategist, you have just been through a fierce battle, and your mechanical puppets have suffered heavy losses.”

“Moreover, you are merely a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, and currently within enemy territory, dangers are everywhere. It’s too risky for you to act separately from the main forces.”

Ning Zhuo burst into laughter upon hearing this: “General Liu does not know that before I left Mulu Town, General Mu Lan secretly gave me a life-saving talisman…”

Ning Zhuo briefly introduced the capabilities of this talisman to everyone present.

Guan Hong, despite the intense pain, remained composed and calmly said: “With such a method, the Strategist can indeed reduce many dangers; it’s very prudent.”

Zhang Hei, holding his wrist in regret, sighed: “With this, I cannot accompany you, Strategist.”

While saying this, he still felt unwilling and looked toward Liu Er: “Elder brother, how about I act alone, let the Strategist go first, and I’ll catch up later on the road, heading to Red Flower Camp to provide assistance to our allies!”

When Liu Er heard about the life-saving talisman, his eyes twitched. Hearing Zhang Hei also wanted to follow Ning Zhuo, his heart was filled with displeasure.

He glared at Zhang Hei: “Younger brother, don’t cause trouble!”

He was about to continue persuading Ning Zhuo.

As a result, would Ning Zhuo be someone whose mind is so easily changed by mere words? He bowed respectfully: “Generals, let us find an opportunity to regroup later. I shall take my leave now, in hopes to return as soon as possible.”

Ning Zhuo quickly left the Three Generals Camp and arrived at a wilderness area.

He first dispatched a large number of Mechanical Puppets to actively eliminate, and reinforce himself.

He enhanced himself up to the Golden Core Level before taking out the talisman given by Mu Lan and resolutely crushing it.

The next moment, space rippled, creating violent fluctuations that swallowed Ning Zhuo within.

Moon Hook Giant Tree Mountain.

In the deep night, a third Red Flower Dharma Image had already appeared on the hanging crescent moon.

The entire Red Flower Camp had shrunk into a defensive position, exhausted from defending.

Their adversary was a rain of arrows descending from the sky.

Each arrow, made of moonlight, was dazzling with a deadly aura of murder concealed within.

As a Nascent Soul Level barbarian cultivator who excelled in close combat, Di Lu was locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle with Mu Lan.

“Damn it!”

“Without forming the Red Flower Dharma Image, our military situation is truly precarious.”

The Red Flower Camp’s primary strategy was the Red Flower Battle Formation.

In such a disadvantage, it was only the Red Flower Battlefield that could stabilize their footing.

About this, Mu Lan, battle-hardened as she was, couldn’t be clearer.

Therefore, she spared no military effort in making a third attempt, but the formation still failed to take shape.

Di Lu scoffed: “Mu Lan, stop struggling in vain. This is your burial ground!”

The situation of Mu Lan and the Red Flower Camp caught the eyes of a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

On the shoulder of the Nascent Soul Cultivator stood a mynah bird.

To one’s surprise, the mynah too exuded an aura at the Nascent Soul Level, and at this moment, it transmitted thoughts with Divine Sense: “Master, if we don’t take action now, this army will truly suffer heavy losses.”

The Nascent Soul Cultivator nodded slightly: “The Red Flower Camp is indeed an elite force, and it would indeed be a pity to lose them. But the orders I received are thus: to deliberately delay and watch the Red Flower Camp suffer major losses, even to the point of annihilation is acceptable.”

“As long as we ultimately save Mu Lan’s life, it would be enough.”

The mynah was taken aback: “This is yet another court intrigue! Hmph, how disappointing.”

Man and bird fell into silence once again, no longer speaking, merely watching the battle quietly.

If nothing unexpected happens, the battle will unfold according to their intentions.