Sage Lone Wolf clenched his fists, a cold look in his eyes:
“You snatched my Feathered Deity Boots and my array stone—how could I let you off easily?”
He glanced at Du Xiyuan, who was watching the battle tensely, and silently took out an extremely tattered ragdoll.
It radiated an ancient aura, being another relic from the Great Qian Divine Kingdom era.
The only difference was that it carried a faint hint of something evil.
He looked over at the racing Western Queen, letting out a soft internal snort as his soul instantly tore apart, two-tenths of it transforming into soul luminescence that poured into the puppet.
An expression of pain immediately appeared on his face.
Activating the doll required sacrificing the caster's soul, and the agony was unbearable.
Unless absolutely necessary, he would never have activated it.
But right now presented a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to cut down Jiang Fan.