Although a few people said that it should be Master Faro who spoke just now, the storm puppet was over there, and no one dared to go over and verify it.

What to do?

Seeing the storm puppet standing far away, they looked at each other, if they alarmed each other again, and the thunder burned the city again, this time it might not be the good life just now.

"I think we'd better get out of here first." There was a nobleman who whispered yì.

When everyone heard this, they all agreed, but they all held their throats, lest they alarm the storm puppet.

Since their opinions were so unified, they walked lightly into the distance together, and even Viscount Bosis could not care about the heartache of Polafaka, and cautiously retreated.

Not to mention the escape of these people, at the feet of the storm puppet, a light suddenly flashed in the ruins, and two bone claws suddenly broke through the ground, and in the clatter of broken bricks and tiles, the "multi-claws" struggled to break through the ground.

Its original extremely shiny skeleton was now in tatters, and only three claws were barely complete, and it staggered to stand up straight with those three bone claws, and then its body was opened, revealing Lin Jixin wrapped in body protection.

Lin Jixin had undried blood in his seven orifices, and he held a very dim silver-white spiritual power ball in his hand, which seemed to be about to be extinguished at any time.

If it weren't for this spiritual power ball from the silver powerhouse, and the "multi-clawed" outside, he would definitely not have survived this explosive talisman array, but Rao was like this, the huge impact still shocked his internal organs, and until now, he was weak and could faint at any time.

It's just that he knows very well that now he must not faint.

Don't look at the terrifying power of the storm puppet just now, its attack just now, especially the last urging talisman array, almost consumed the energy of the replacement core that had been installed in it for a long time, and now it is already a kind of goods, he must take advantage of the time when its deterrence is still there to at least recover enough to be moved, and leave here quickly, so as not to be seen as a flaw.

took out a "Jade Dragon Heart Protecting Pill", he swallowed it with saliva, and as the pill full of strange fragrance entered his stomach, a warm feeling quickly spread throughout his body, immediately making him feel a lot more comfortable, he quickly urged the medicinal power and closed his eyes.

As he looked inside, he saw that his plains were full of cracks, the hills had collapsed a lot, the rivers were blocked everywhere, and a lot of rivers had overflowed out of the river, and the whole body was obviously in a mess, and even the whirlwind whistling on the plains had become very weak, and it was powerless to rotate in a corner, but fortunately it did not disappear, otherwise, this would be the rhythm of direct degrading.

Between heaven and earth, a large amount of milky white spiritual power was pouring in, this was the medicinal power of the "Jade Dragon Heart Protecting Pill", he hurriedly urged the cyclone to absorb them, and scattered them evenly to all corners of the plain.

As these milky white spiritual powers fell, the cracks in the plains gradually became smaller, the hills slowly uplifted, and the river blockages washed out the gaps again, returning to the flow, and all of them continued to recover over time.

I don't know how long it took, but when these milky white spiritual powers stopped pouring in, his physical condition had improved a lot.

When he opened his eyes, it was still dark, and it didn't seem like it had been too long.

He was about to let the Storm Golem carry him away when suddenly a voice came from afar.

"Honorable Arch-Master, I am a servant of Master Faro, and I have brought medicine for my wounds."

The voice was familiar, it was Tristi Dardema.

How did she get here? He was a little surprised, it seemed that although Viscount Bosis had run away, he had not forgotten to inform the Cuiluo Manor—she later learned that it was actually someone from the Lulan faction.

Tristi Dardema's voice trembled visibly, and she repeated the same words as she walked toward him.

Surprised, he couldn't help but be a little moved.

No matter what her motive was, the destructive power of the Storm Puppet was here, and after seeing this ruin, she really needed to be prepared to die at any time.

He raised his voice slightly, "Tristy, is that you?" ”

"Your Excellency!" Tristi exclaimed in surprise, "My lord, where are you?" ”

She ran to him as fast as she could, rejoicing.

"I'm here!" He beckoned.

"Your Excellency, are you alright?" Glancing at the huge storm golem not far from him, Tristi retracted her gaze with some horror and strode up to him, startled when she saw his face covered in blood, "You're hurt." ”

She hurriedly tried to unpack a box in her hand: "I brought wound medicine." ”

"No," he shook his head, "I've taken the medicine." ”

"Beware!" Seeing that he had the intention of getting up, Tristi hurriedly stepped forward to support him, "I'm driving here, don't move, I'll drive the car over." ”

He shook his head: "How can you get by here?" ”

He waved his hand, and a huge palm suddenly reached out, and in Tristy's exclamation, he lightly copied the two palms in his palm.

Leaning on Tristy's soft body, he adjusted his comfortable posture and shouted to the Storm Golem, "Go, go home!" ”