Great Combination Formation

As the sound of Ninethunder’s voice faded, the golden roc puppet already rushed over. Its speed was simply too fast, so fast to the extent that there was no sound nor presence, it was faster than the speed of sound and resembled a beam of golden light.

Its wings slashed out, arcing through the skies. Golden runic lights flashed resplendently, desiring to slice apart the heavens.

"Puchi…"

A fifth-level ascendant couldn’t dodged in time and was directly slashed apart, dying instantly.