A moment later, the grey puppet raised its hand and the black powder dissipated with the wind, as if the black puppet had never existed.
The grey puppet laughed towards the sky:
“Good death! Good Death! You should have died long ago! From now on, this mountain tribe is mine!”
Clan leader Shi and the others dared to be angry but did not dare to speak. They could only lower their heads, their hearts filled with grief and confusion.
Yun chujiu thought to herself, died just like that? Why did she feel that something was wrong? Dying was too easy!
Also, the black puppet was a tribe totem after all. After dying, it actually turned into black powder? Why did she feel that it was so perfunctory?
Just as she was thinking, she heard the grey puppet say, “Shi Duzhang, get your ass over here!”
Old Man nine fingers was so scared that he trembled and quickly looked at Yun Chujiu.
Unfortunately, Yun Chujiu did not look at him.
His first thought was to run!
But where could he run to? !