"I have trained you for many years, and now it is your time to serve me."
Feng Xiangzi said in a profound tone, his eyes showing an irresistible majesty.
He slowly raised his thin but powerful hand and gently touched the monks' bodies.
Feng Xiangzi then began to issue orders: "Thirteen Monk Puppet Formation, activate!"
The monks moved silently, seemingly chaotic, but they contained some mysterious order.
Their breaths blended with each other, as if forming an invisible magic circle.
This magic circle is filled with an ancient and profound atmosphere, seeming to be telling a lost era, evoking an indescribable sense of oppression in people's hearts.
And at the center of this array, it was Zhang Liucheng.
Faced with the pressure from all around, Zhang Liucheng did not show any panic.
On the contrary, his eyes revealed firmness and determination.
Zhang Liucheng understood that the battle was approaching a decisive moment.
Not only did he have to face the joint attack of the monks and puppets, but he also had to beware of Feng Xiangzi's secret attack.
The energy of the magic circle began to gather violently, like a huge energy tentacle, rising from the ground and reaching the sky.
This force was so powerful that Zhang Liucheng felt as if his body was being torn apart.
"This magic circle is really weird. It is really amazing that it can trigger such violent power."
However, Zhang Liucheng was not disheartened.
He gritted his teeth tightly and decisively mobilized the strength in his body to prepare himself to withstand the attack that was about to be released by the magic circle.
Suddenly, like thunder coming to the world, a violent attack shot out of the air, with a boom that was shocking.
Zhang Liucheng was like a ghost, his body moved tens of meters in an instant, which was extremely weird.
When Zhang Liucheng stabilized his body and turned around to look, he was shocked to find that where he was just now, the space was twisted like a torn piece of paper, and the ground collapsed, creating a bottomless pit.
In that deep pit, an icy breath swept in, raging like a strong winter wind, as if even the soul could be frozen, making people feel an irresistible sense of chilling.
In the dark void, a monk figure suddenly appeared. His face looked dull, and his eyes were fixed on Zhang Liucheng, as if he could not move.
The monk was wearing an ancient monk's robe and looked like a ghost walking in the world.
His right hand is holding a seemingly ordinary black stick, but it contains powerful power, as if it can tear the void and shake the world.
At this moment, another monk puppet held a black stick and swung it hard like a meteor across the sky, hitting Zhang Liucheng hard.
As the black stick danced, the space vibrated, and a majestic force surged in like a wave, making it difficult for people to resist its impact.
"Bang!"
Although Zhang Liucheng had already used the Demonic Wind Step and was dodging like a shadow swaying in the wind, he was still hit by the powerful force.
The black stick hit the ground in front of Zhang Liucheng's feet like thunder. The ground seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and it instantly sunk, forming a deep pit.
Its force is so strong that it is like a heavy blow from heaven to earth, shocking people's hearts.
Fortunately, Zhang Liucheng's physical body was extremely strong and he successfully withstood the monk puppet's attack.
Although there was severe pain in his body, Zhang Liucheng was not afraid.
Zhang Liucheng's body trembled, the air around him fluctuated like water, and ten figures appeared instantly, like real mirror images, but full of vitality.
This was Zhang Liucheng's blood clone. After they appeared, they immediately attacked the thirteen monk puppets.
The ten blood clones seemed to be extensions of Zhang Liucheng's soul, each exuding the same power as his original body.
They moved at an elusive speed and launched a fierce battle with the monk puppets.
Every swing and every dodge showed their strength and tactical wisdom.
Each blood clone is like a cheetah, shuttling between the monks and puppets with ease.
Their figures danced like blades cutting the air, smoothly and swiftly.
Their movements were full of shock of power and grace of beauty, deftly dodging the attacks of the monk puppets while counterattacking with astonishing speed and power.
Zhang Liucheng's blood clones, like a group of night elves, launched a fierce attack on the monk puppets with extremely coordinated movements.
Their bodies were like leaves swaying in the wind, so fast that no one had time to blink, and every shot was like a cheetah's pounce, accurate and swift.
They don't use any weapons, just rely on their bare hands, and every movement shows their incomparable agility and superb body skills.
They used fast to control slow, and used less to defeat more. Their skills and strength were like mountains and seas, and they easily defused the attacks of the monk puppets.
Every attack they made carried a powerful and devastating force. That force surged like a mountain torrent, making it impossible for the monks to resist.
Their fists were like lightning, and every time they were swung there was a whistling sound of tearing the air. Both the speed and the power were staggering.
However, the power of those monk puppets cannot be underestimated.
Although their movements seemed clumsy, as if every movement was a little slow, their attack power was as fierce as a storm.
Every time their black sticks were swung, there was a powerful aura that seemed to shake the entire venue.
Every attack can knock back the blood clones. Their power is like huge waves, which is irresistible.
In the fierce battle, the battle between Zhang Liucheng's blood clone and the monk puppet became fierce.
Their movements were as fast as lightning, and their attacks became more and more fierce.
Every confrontation would set off waves of energy, vibrating the surrounding air and raising the temperature.
During the breaks in the battle, Zhang Liucheng watched every move of the monk puppets with piercing eyes, trying to find their flaws.
However, the monk's attack seemed to have no trace, leaving Zhang Liucheng unable to find a chance to counterattack.
The monk puppet's movements seemed to be without any rules, but they revealed murderous intent at every turn.
However, just when Zhang Liucheng was about to become disheartened, he unexpectedly noticed the weakness of a monk puppet.
Zhang Liucheng immediately adjusted his tactics flexibly and cleverly divided his blood clones into two teams. One team continued to distract the other monk puppets, while the other team went all out to attack the monk puppet who had exposed its weaknesses.
The implementation of this tactic quickly brought significant results.
The monk puppet suffered a concentrated attack, and faced the siege of the blood clones, he seemed powerless.
Although the monk puppet resisted vigorously, he was eventually defeated by the fierce attack of the blood clone.
At this time, Zhang Liucheng's strong figure flashed like a cheetah and instantly jumped in front of a monk puppet.
Zhang Liucheng showed no fear, and punched out suddenly, like a thunderous force, the monk's head exploded immediately.
"boom!"
There was a deafening loud noise, like thunder, which made everyone present feel their hearts skip a beat.
Two consecutive heart-stopping explosions sounded, and the heads of the two monk puppets flew away like kites with broken strings. Zhang Liucheng's combat power surged forward, like an unstoppable wind, sweeping away all obstacles, extremely powerful.
Zhang Liucheng shuttled through the formation with ease, and each punch was as shocking as the rolling of mountains, making the monks fall down one after another unable to resist.
With the fall of the thirteenth monk puppet, the mysterious and unfathomable formation of the thirteen monk puppets finally collapsed and dissipated naturally without any external force.
