The great elder, Hengye Mochen, had barely filled his predecessors in that the Wuxin-Puppet punched at the empty air. The supreme elder aside, horrifying spatial vibrations raced at the newly risen elders. Each of the twelve possessed at least an Immortal Emperor cultivation base, with ancient treasures and a dao foundation tested by deluges of tribulation lightning. In the Great Desolation World, they represented the absolute peak—a peak so high that most continental experts couldn't put a name on their cultivation level.
However, before that casual strike, tens to hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation atrophied instantly. Leaving the grand elders defenseless before the Wuxin-puppet's freakish strength. Still, they didn't flounder. Better, they sneered.
