More than a dozen ghost soldiers sneaked up from another direction.

"Hide behind me!"

Yang Fushou held a dragon tooth shield and stood in front.

On both sides, the puppets who had been in a state of combat readiness rushed forward.

The puppets have no sense of pain and can only attack but not defend. The armor and stomach on their bodies are made of rare materials.

The Tao soldiers of the ghost soldiers had no effect at all on the puppet.

For a while, the ghost soldiers could only retreat continuously, unable to break through the puppet's defense.

Some ghost soldiers were even injured as a result.

Li Feifei raised his eyebrows, glanced at Liu Yuran, and said with a ferocious smile: "Brother Liu, you are no good as a ghost soldier."

Liu Yuran looked a little embarrassed and shouted: "Destroy them! No matter the cost!!"

No one among the ghost soldiers responded, but all the ghost soldiers rushed forward and hugged the puppet.

"Boom boom boom..."

Strong lights suddenly appeared.

There was a loud noise that made the space tremble.

"Royal!"

Yang Fushou roared angrily.
Chapter completed!