It was so dark that one could not see one's own fingers; under normal circumstances, any ordinary person would find it impossible to take a single step here. But for the Puppet Soldiers, this was not an issue at all.
Suddenly, the Puppet Soldier Commander flicked his hand. "Swish, swish, swish! Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" In the blink of an eye, over a dozen fireballs erupted, soaring into the air and hovering in the low altitude, illuminating the surroundings as if it were broad daylight.
"Whoosh!" Yet the very next moment, the Puppet Soldier Commander, standing amidst the firelight, suddenly collapsed as a black shadow flashed like lightning, striking him directly in the center of his chest.
Chapter 287