A Man Like None Other

In the next moment, Typhon produced a coin and flung it into the air. With a sharp pop, the coin transformed into a metal puppet.

Typhon proceeded to infuse a strand of his aura into the metal puppet. The puppet shot off at an astonishing speed, leaving a gilded streak across the sky. A golden figure materialized, radiating a formidable aura.

"Look! What's that?" exclaimed the cultivator at the rear of the group. However, as he voiced his observation, a golden ray shot out from the puppet and pierced the cultivator's chest, leaving a bloody hole in its wake.

The cultivator promptly crumpled to the ground, and a white glow emerged from his body, rising into the air. The sudden turn of events startled the remaining group members.

"What in the world is that? Why is it so powerful?" another cultivator exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the golden figure.

Sunny wondered out loud, equally puzzled. "Stop that thing!" A furious shout from one of the cultivators prompted

they would remain the prey indefinitely. Therefore, they needed to get rid of the unknown entity first. In an instant, blades

had no fear of death. Furthermore,

their myriad of attacks were inflicting no damage on

the brink of physical exhaustion, which meant their attacks lacked significant

all so fatigued that you can't even handle one

remained unscathed despite their continuous attacks, Typhon concluded that they were too exhausted

and his group heard Typhor's voice, and their hearts skipped a beat. If the Five Slayers were to catch up with them at this juncture, they would be

from the air until it was beside

first?" Typhon grinned, a smug expression on his face. Right at that moment,