The reason why I chose to create a small different space instead of a space storage bag is because the space storage bag is a physical object after all, and once it is destroyed, all the things inside will fall into another dimensional space and cannot be connected to the real world. In order to prevent accidents, the safest way was chosen.

Signaling to each other's eyes, Qi Zhisheng shouted, and his whole body ignited with raging flames, turning into a crimson streamer, bombarding the castle like a meteor.

"Boom-" The entire Night Castle shook violently, and a big hole was smashed on the top, Deng Xinming and Ah Yan rushed into the hole smashed by Qi Zhisheng, while Fu Yuting continued to stay on the roof to observe the situation in the castle.

Inside the castle, Yasala sat leisurely above the altar, and in front of him, a goblet floated in the void, filled with an unknown red liquid, thicker than red wine.

More than 10,000 puppets gathered in the castle, looking down from a high place, the black pressure made people feel frightened.

The water flowed all over the sky, easily scattering the large puppets around her, Deng Xinming screamed, almost instantly inspired the spirit of the ghostly water, the turbulent water flow surrounded the body, with herself as the center, the cold blizzard continued to spread outward, freezing countless puppets into ice sculptures, even the stronger ones would be greatly weakened in speed, and there was nothing to hide under the impact of the water flow one after another.

Ah Yan also activated his natural skills, and the flames on his body lit up with a lot of light, running aimlessly in the castle. The blazing flames scorched the earth, turning its path into a sea of flames, and a large number of puppets were instantly reduced to ashes after sticking to the flames.

Unlike before, they were all in top condition at this time, and it was relatively easy to deal with most of the golems. Although there are a large number of puppets, it is impossible for ten thousand puppets to attack them at the same time, so they only need to face a few opponents around them at the same time, and flexibly use range-type spiritual arts, at least for a while and a half, it will not be a problem.

Qi Zhisheng didn't hesitate, and as soon as he landed, he instantly rose up and stabbed straight at Yasara.

His goal is to take the first place in Asala!

But Yasala didn't seem to care too much, reached out and pinched the wine glass in front of her, shook it gently, and the red liquid hit the wall of the glass, making a "ding" crisp sound.

A punch with blazing flames bombarded Asara's head without any fancy, seeing that the crimson flames were about to devour Asara's head, but in the next moment, the flames suddenly stopped in front of him, and the flames even reflected his face slightly red, but after all, he was not involved in it.

Qi Zhisheng's body bounced off like a cannonball, exploding in the air one after another, and finally stretched out his elf wings, and slapped desperately under the wrapping of flames, barely stabilizing his body.

His eyes were a little condensed, Qi Zhisheng wiped a wisp of blood from the corner of his mouth, and his breathing gradually began to get heavier.

In front of Asara, there were five old men with white beards, all of them at least over the age of old, but their eyes were very hollow, and their eyes were completely gray, exactly like the puppets below.

The point is, these five old men actually exude an incomparably strong aura, feel it roughly, and find that each of them has a strength that is not inferior to Yasala! Qi Zhisheng asked himself that there was no pressure to single out any of them, but if he faced the siege of these five old men and Yasala, he would not be able to get any benefit.

"It's not right, let's go!" Fu Yuting stood on the roof of the castle and shouted loudly downward.

Her mission is to rescue the Elf King, so she has been observing the situation in the castle here just now, but she has been looking around and has not found the Elf King's figure, and then she realizes that something is wrong. And when she moved her eyes to the outside of the castle, she found that the entire castle had been surrounded by countless puppets, all of them waiting for each other, as if they could attack at any time.

"Bang-" Just as Fu Yuting just shouted this sentence, a hard fist hit her on the back of the head like a hammer. Fu Yuting only felt that it was dark in front of her, and then she lost consciousness and fell straight down.

The flame spirit dog jumped and picked up Fu Yuting from the air, and at the same time, his body shook lightly and landed smoothly.

"Your Majesty, Lord of the Fireland, we meet again. Ashara stood up and walked to the front of the altar, "It's just that this time is different from the last time, and I'm well prepared. ”

"Do you think the old man is scared?" Qi Zhisheng said proudly.

"Oh?" said Ashara smirked, raising her right hand and waving it around. Suddenly, including the stone pillars and the altar at the foot, the entire castle was completely turned into dust, revealing a depressing scene from the outside world.

The Night Castle was built on a plateau in the middle of Grillo Island, at this time, the entire plateau has been completely occupied by puppets, and it can be seen from the aura emitted by them that the strength is still uneven, some puppets have infinitely close to zero combat power, and a few even have the strength comparable to A-level high-level spirit beasts, and they are better than the number. At a cursory glance, there are at least 300,000 puppets, which is a terrible number!

"Well, this is for you, are you satisfied?" said Asala, smiling whimsily.

Qi Zhisheng clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "How did you get so many puppets?"

"Why should I tell you?" Asara snorted triumphantly, taking a sip of the liquid from the glass, and chuckled, "But, since you're dying, I'll be merciful and tell you the truth!"

While speaking, Yasara pushed away the five puppet old men in front of him, flew in front of Qi Zhisheng, raised his hand and slapped him in the face.

"Bastard!" Qi Zhisheng burst out and raised his hand to blast towards Yasara.

"Calm down, look over there. Yashara raised her hand and pointed behind Qi Zhisheng.

Qi Zhisheng didn't turn back immediately, but grabbed Yasara's neck, and then looked back, but saw a scene that made his eyes split.

Deng Xinming had been forced to release the state of the ghost spirit, lying on the ground, trampled under the feet of a puppet, with his hands behind his back, tightly locked by another puppet. Her clothes were tattered, and her long blue hair was covered with dust, which scattered and covered her pretty face, which was covered in blood.

"If you don't want her to die, just honestly don't move. Although her face was flushed, Yasala's voice was still very calm.

Qi Zhisheng clenched Yasara's hand indignantly, his eyes were full of unwillingness, but he finally let go.

Rubbing his somewhat sore neck, Yasala said indifferently: "Violence can't solve the problem. As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped Qi Zhisheng in the face, this time Qi Zhisheng did not resist again, he could only let him fan his face one after another, until the whole face was swollen and half of his face lost consciousness.