As Platani leaped up, Makujo was shocked to find that the stone man had no legs. It's no wonder that he always has to swipe his fists on the ground when he is in a hurry, and it turns out that he has to move his body in this way, which is really difficult for him.

Platani roared, clasped his fists together, and kept hammering the ground, venting his frustration. After that, he rushed to the place where the dragonmen gathered the most, and the wails continued to sound. One by one, the dragonmen were knocked into the ground and lay on the ground convulsing. Before they could stand up, Platani's fist fell again, ending their pain.

Makujo shook his head, this Platani's brute force is really good to use to clean up these dragons, and the province will do it himself. It's just that the dragon man in the distance looks a little strange, his body is larger than the other dragons, it is ice blue, and the dragon fork in his hand is flashing with the light of thunder and lightning.

"Zakun, your men are dead, now it's your turn!" Platani targeted the dragonman in the distance and slammed into it. Makujo also reacted at this time, it turned out to be Zakun, no wonder something was different.

Zakun raised the dragon fork in his hand, and two steel cages fell from the sky, enveloping the two of them in it. An identical phantom appeared next to Zakun himself, and several arcs of electricity tugged between the entity and the phantom, rushing towards Platani first.

The steel cage looked a little rudimentary in front of Platani's massive body, and it was torn apart by Platani the moment it fell. But the ensuing arc of electricity made him suffer greatly, although the stone is not afraid of electricity, but he is a golden stone giant. The properties of the metal came to the fore, and the electricity continued to rage in his body, making him tremble. The whole body was paralyzed, unable to move a bit, and almost foamed at the mouth.

Zakun and Phantom seized the opportunity and spun the dragon fork in their hands, the current increasing and continuously controlling Platani, causing him to be consumed in the electric light.

When Makujo saw the cage falling, he broke out of the cage in an instant, observing Zakun's methods from the sidelines. If it were possible, I wouldn't have made a move. After all, the attack he is good at has no effect on the dragonman, and the physical technique can't be used at all in front of Platani, so he simply wants to be a spectator.

But the situation in front of him forced him to come forward to help, perhaps not to help, but to reap benefits. The last time he absorbed the power of the Thunderlord Kaino was vivid, and he wanted to replicate it again this time. This Zakun seems to be much stronger than Kaino, and if he can absorb the energy in his body, he will definitely be able to improve himself again.

One rushed into the battle circle of the two in an instant, and his right hand surged with qi and pressed on Platani's body. Tried to introduce the electric current wrapped around him into his body, but this time he was disappointed. There was no expected current entering the body, just that the current on Platani's body dissipated silently, as if it had never appeared.

It turned out that the current between Zakun and the Illusory Illusion was not a storable energy, but a means that could only be used to attack. The current instantly returned to its origin when it came into contact with the Shogunate, and even Zakun was affected and could no longer turn the dragon fork. Platani, who had regained control of his body, was red-eyed and threw a punch on Zakun's head.

Zakun's body was not strong, and if he allowed Platani's iron fist to hit him, he was afraid that blood would be splattered on the spot. It's a pity that what was hit was only a phantom, and Zakun's body was in another place. Seeing that his blow missed, Platani immediately reacted, turned his body around and raised his fist again.

The shogune on the side was not idle, and threw the prayer beads beside him, although it would not cause any harm to Zakun, but it could temporarily restrict his movements, so that he could not dodge Platani's heavy punch.

Zakun watched as the fist continued to enlarge in front of him, and he wanted to dodge but was entangled by the nasty beads. Although the small bead will not cause harm to itself, it seals its own space for movement. Even if you force yourself to hit it, you will be bounced back.

Zakun felt despair and closed his eyes helplessly, waiting for death to come.

Finally, Platani's fist landed on Zakun's. Hearing a thud, Zakun's body flew up in response. Before he could land, Platani's second punch arrived, this time in the midfield. "Click!" Zakun was completely desperate, his waist had been broken, and even if he was lucky enough not to die today, he would become a waste in the future.

Platani did not continue his attack, allowing Zakun to fall to the ground. Looking at the dead dog-like Zakun, Platani sneered, "I didn't expect myself to be today!" Before the words fell, Platani grabbed Zakun's tail with one hand and kept squeezing him to the ground. The sound of thumping on the ground kept sounding, and Zakun was unrecognizable, and Platani also released the sulkness in his heart. Instead of pinning Zakun to the ground, he grabbed his tail with both hands and began to spin, only letting go of his hands when he felt a little dizzy, allowing Zakun's body to fly towards the wall like a cannonball.

"Pop" Zakun's bones had already been shattered by the constant beating, and they stuck to the wall like mud. Poor Electric Knight, probably he didn't think he would die like this.

"Hey.." Makujo sighed softly and walked up the stairs first, ready to enter the third floor. Platani didn't know what the young man was sighing about, and didn't bother to think about it, so he followed in the footsteps of the Shogun.

On the third floor, Makujo was greeted by two somewhat strange magicians. They were kneeling on a rock, wielding an unknown rope in their hands. In the back are five statues, with clear faces, holding different weapons. It's as if a living person is petrified there.

"Puppeteer?" Platani's eyes narrowed, "Don't look into their eyes, or you'll be confused!"

When Makujo heard the reminder, he didn't care and strode over. How tenacious his mind was, how could such a low-level technique confuse him. As the shokujo approached, the hands of the two puppeteers shook rapidly, and the five statues began to shake. The outermost layers of the statues began to fall one by one, revealing their true colors.

The five humanoid statues correspond to the five basic cultivators on this continent, and they have only learned the simplest skills. They are ghost swordsmen with swords, and their attacks are slashing, picking, and slashing. A martial artist who carries an oriental stick, the attack is punches and kicks, uppercuts and lower kicks. The clergyman, carrying the cross, attacks with his fists. A sharpshooter with a pistol that can levitate enemies when fired with a backhand. A mage with a wand on his back, he will fall to the ground if he misses his attack, and he can shoot magic stars and small fireballs.

They have no mind of their own and are completely controlled by two puppeteers. Makujo was furious, and it was unforgivable to use cultivators to make dolls...