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Several senior brothers and sisters continuously stuffed Huazi into Yan Zuzi's mouth.

At the same time, they commanded thousands of puppets, a fair portion of which were of the Half-Saint Realm. For a Saint Realm powerhouse like Yan Zuzi, it was quite a burden.

However, as long as they had Huazi, the opponent could maintain a clear Spiritual Platform and their Primordial Spirit would be washed refinely, keeping their energy peak at all times.

"Enough is enough, can't draw anymore!"

Yan Zuzi was speechless as well, with his mouth full of Huazi making him feel like his mouth had turned into a big chimney.

But it was quite comfortable nonetheless.

"Senior, let's do it, I've long disliked that Great Elder, let's go against him!"

Liu Jinshui said, his hands moving continuously as he stuffed Huazi in between the gaps.