Chapter 278 Iron Puppet

To be honest, just looking at that Iron Puppet, Yu Sheng felt a strange aura of danger looming—its white metal-cast smiling face had no emotion that belonged to a living person, yet he clearly felt this thing was staring intently at him, emitting a pure desire to attack devoid of any emotion.

But "she" did not rush up immediately. Instead, she maintained a distance of several meters, adjusting her posture in short movements like an odd dance, as if searching for the most suitable angle of attack.

The sharp Fingertip Blades of the Iron Puppet stirred the thin mist in the air, occasionally flashing a cold glint.

Yu Sheng's nerves were taut, and during the brief exchange earlier, he had already sensed this thing's astonishing speed and strength. That seemingly slender "Fingertip Blade" could block the Wolf Fang Club in his hand. Just by this point, this thing was more dangerous than most of the Evil Wolves in the Black Forest back then.