Ye Han's gaze was sharp as his arm gave a sudden, powerful jolt. The Nine-Sun Peak in his hand seemed to emit a roar, unleashing an overwhelming torrent of spear shadows like a violent rainstorm as they swept toward the Golden Battle Puppet.
Clang, clang, clang!
Yet, despite the dense flurry of attacks, the Golden Battle Puppet intercepted every single blow. The golden iron staff in its hands spun incessantly, forming a sturdy barrier before it that easily blocked the cascading spear shadows.
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