Chapter 3880 Let My Underling Take Action
Just as Jared was gearing up to take action, something suddenly occurred to him, and he swiftly retracted his aura. “Dealing with a bunch of nobodies like you is beneath me. It’s embarrassing for me to fight with you. I’d rather let my underling handle this!”
After Jared had finished speaking, he struck a pose and said, “Underling, come out now…”
With Jared’s shout, a shadow suddenly materialized.
Immediately afterward, a three-meter-tall puppet fell in front of Jared.
Looking at the towering figure before them, both Faiyar and Serena were taken aback. They were clueless as to when Jared had taken on an underling.
However, Alphonse just gave a cold laugh and said, “Putting on an act, huh? It’s just a puppet, after all. Are you trying to scare us?”
“Don’t be scared. Follow my lead, and let’s take down this puppet first!” Alphonse commanded his subordinates.
In Alphonse’s eyes, it was merely a puppet. Hence, he didn’t believe it had much strength.
“Attack!” The five Demonic Cultivators moved in unison, launching their assault on Jared’s puppet.
Faiyar, Serena, and the others stared blankly. They couldn’t comprehend how Jared had managed to get a puppet. Who would have thought of using a puppet to battle these Demonic Cultivators? This clearly won’t work!
All Jared wanted was to see the true strength of the puppet he had crafted.
Suddenly, the puppet was engulfed in flames, resembling a fire god that had walked out from the depths of hell.
It was of impressive stature, and every step it took seemed to make the earth tremble.
The puppet swung its massive fists, engulfed in flames, with each punch carrying a force capable of annihilating everything in its path. It seemed as if it intended to reduce the entire space to ashes.
Five Demonic Cultivators joined forces, launching an attack directly at the puppet. However, the puppet, with its emotionless face, showed no fear of life or death.
This was the difference between a puppet and a human. It wouldn’t care about its own life or death. Its only focus was on seizing the right opportunity to strike the most suitable target.
As for whether it would get hurt, the puppet wasn’t concerned. That was a trait that made puppets significantly stronger than humans.
The five Demonic Cultivators each showcased their signature skills. However, their attacks seemed child’s play in front of the flaming puppet, effortlessly dispersed by its blazing flames.
“W-What’s the story behind this fire puppet?” a Demonic Cultivator shouted in alarm, his face as pale as a sheet, his voice filled with terror and disbelief.
The other Demonic Cultivators wore expressions of shock. They had never imagined that a puppet could possess such immense power.
“Demonic fire… How could this puppet possibly possess demonic fire? It’s impossible…” Alphonse was also filled with astonishment. He recognized it at once. The flames on the puppet are no ordinary flames. They are demonic fire!
Upon hearing it was demonic fire, the five Demonic Cultivators instantly felt overwhelmed. No wonder our attacks couldn’t penetrate the flames engulfing the puppet’s body!
Serena and Faiyar were also watching with experience, yet they didn’t understand how could Jared’s puppet could possess demonic fire.
As a descendant of the Inferno Devil lineage, Faiyar was well-versed in the art of demonic fire. He could discern that the demonic fire coursing through this puppet’s body was hundreds of times more potent than his own.
A puppet, possessing demonic fire that was a hundred times stronger than his own, left Faiyar utterly baffled. After all, a puppet is an inanimate object, incapable of learning about demonic fire. But then, how did this demonic fire come to exist within the puppet?
Faiyar was extremely curious. Therefore, he was determined to ask Jared about it after driving these Demonic Cultivators away.
At that moment, the puppet was oblivious to the gasps of surprise from the crowd. It continued to swing its massive fists, each attack growing more fierce than the last.
A Demonic Cultivator attempted to shield himself with a black mist, but the flames effortlessly penetrated this defense, engulfing him. He let out a chilling scream, instantly reduced to ashes.
The remaining Demonic Cultivators, witnessing the scene, were filled with immense fear. They each unleashed their most potent powers in an attempt to turn the tide of the battle.
However, their attacks were futile against the flaming puppet, as if they were merely tickling it. A Demonic Cultivator conjured a ball of black mist and hurled it toward the puppet, but the flaming puppet remained fearless. With a single punch, it shattered the black mist into oblivion.
