"I'm sorry, senior," Sun Erlang said, somewhat ashamed.
"It's fine. You shouldn't blame yourself either. Even the old folks in Celestial Mechanism World couldn't resist this kind of temptation," the Craftsman licked his lips, seemingly savoring the taste of enlightenment.
"Take another look now and see what's different," the Craftsman instructed.
Sun Erlang's attention returned to the five dark golden puppets, and after a moment, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Eh? That memory of being beaten up just surfaced again…"
Sun Erlang closed his eyes, feeling the sensation.
The Craftsman clapped his hands, and thousands of Sacred Army Puppets appeared one after another.
Operating on their mechanical instincts, they launched an attack simultaneously on the dark golden puppets controlled by Sun Erlang.
As if forged through rigorous trials, Sun Erlang effortlessly dodged every different spell and technique.
Such results even left Sun Erlang momentarily baffled.