In the blink of an eye, more than half of the ten thousand puppets had been destroyed.
Though the group was growing impatient, they still managed to defeat the puppets.
"Boss … looks like he's here again …" Prince Namgong said in a low voice, pointing at a tunnel.
Everyone's faces darkened, and countless puppets appeared from all directions.
This time, Lin Yun chose to ignore the puppets. Instead, he pointed at a tunnel and said, "Let's go find the mastermind. Ignore these puppets."
With the four Wu Sheng's realm, the puppets' lightning wouldn't do them much harm. Prince Namgong and Ah Hua were adept with the element of lightning, so they weren't afraid.
The group advanced until they reached the tunnel leading to Plaza Number One.
There wasn't a single puppet in this tunnel. After all, once they stepped into this tunnel, they would be met with a lightning matrix that covered the sky and earth.
Ah Hua did the same thing and continued to form a lightning barrier that enveloped the group as they passed through the tunnel.
After passing through the tunnel, the group arrived at Plaza Number One. There was only one tunnel in Plaza Number One, and it led to the Thunder God's Pillar where the Thunder Qilin was buried.
However!
Lin Yun's group naturally wouldn't reach the Thunder God's Pillar so easily.
Lin Yun's group had just entered Plaza Number One when they saw a swarm of puppets that covered the sky and earth.
There were at least a hundred thousand puppets in the enormous plaza. However, these puppets were clearly different from before. They seemed to have sacrificed their power for numbers. Moreover, they couldn't move and could only attack from where they stood.
No matter how many puppets there were, Lin Yun's group didn't care about them. What truly frightened Lin Yun's group was the dozen or so figures that had appeared before them.
The one in the lead was an old man with Qilin horns on his head. He wore a sorcerer's robe and held a walking stick in his hand.
Behind him stood five burly middle-aged men who also had Qilin horns. Behind them were several humanoid Qilins.
Without a doubt, this group was the stubborn faction that Ah Hua had mentioned.
Although Third Elder Qiongqi's army had attracted most of the members of the Stubborn Faction away, the core members of the Stubborn Faction were still here.
"The one wearing sorcerer clothing is the Shaman … He was the former Great Elder of our Qilin Clan. Ever since the new patriarch took office, the Shaman was stripped of his duties due to differences in ideology. "Hua said in a low voice. Her eyes were filled with fear. She was clearly afraid of the Shaman.
She couldn't be blamed for being afraid. After all, this shaman had already reached the late stage of the ninth level, Wu Sheng. He was a terrifying expert.
"These puppets were originally prepared for the Qiongqi army. Why are you humans interfering in this matter?" The Shaman was the first to speak. His voice was filled with the vicissitudes of life, but it sounded like a great bell, sonorous and powerful, reverberating in every corner of Square One.
Hua hurriedly explained, "Grand Elder, these people are here to help us, they don't have any evil …"
Before Ah Hua could finish, the Shaman roared, "Shut up!"
In an instant, a sound wave that sounded like the roar of a dragon or the roar of a tiger shook one's heart and soul, causing Ah Hua to almost collapse.
Lin Yun took a step forward and supported her waist.
"As a member of the Qilin Clan, you colluded with humans and trespassed into the forbidden area. How dare you face the ancestors!" the Shaman said indignantly.
"Grand Elder, this person has the bloodline of the Lightning Qilin. Have you forgotten what the ancestors said?" Hua pulled Prince Namgong forward.
Prince Namgong hesitated for a moment, then released his Lightning Qilin martial soul.
When they saw Prince Namgong's martial soul, all the qilins present were shocked.
"This is …"
"The Lightning Qilin martial soul … A human? Could he be from the Qilin Clan of the Martial Sky Continent?"
"Impossible! His bloodline isn't pure enough, how could he awaken the Lightning Qilin martial soul? "
The numerous qilins discussed and quarreled incessantly.
"All of you, shut up!" The Shaman raised his walking stick and smashed it on the ground, silencing the entire audience.
He stared at Hua and said coldly, "Who knows if that legend is true or false? Who can bear witness to the words of the inheritance faction? "
"You …" Hua was a little angry.
"Handing the ancestors' corpses to a human from the Qilin Clan? What kind of nonsense is this?" The Shaman narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze across Lin Yun and the others. Finally, his gaze landed on Lin Yun and he couldn't help but take a few more glances.
"I've underestimated you, young man. Your body actually contains the bloodline of the Dragon Clan … Your bloodline is pure enough. Could it be the bloodline of the Divine Dragon?"
Lin Yun said, "We are indeed here for the Qilin Clan's mission. We have no other intentions."
"Heh." The Shaman laughed coldly and said disdainfully, "Since when do we need you humans to interfere in the affairs of the Qilin Clan? Just based on the fact that you trespassed into the forbidden area today, you will be sentenced to death!"
"Then there's nothing more to say …" Wu Chou had a bad temper. Coupled with the fact that he had faced so many puppets at the Second Plaza, his mood was extremely bad. He couldn't help but step forward.
However, halfway through his sentence, he realized that it wasn't appropriate for him to say such words given his status. He looked at the Sea King uneasily.
The Sea King's face darkened as he looked at Lin Yun. He felt that Wu Chou was right. He couldn't stand the Shaman's words either.
This was simply a stubborn old man who wouldn't listen to others' advice and only cared about his own opinion.
Even if there was no innovation faction, the Qilin Clan would sooner or later be destroyed by these stubborn people.
"Wu Chou is right." Lin Yun silently pulled out the Netherworld Sacred Sword and pointed it at the Shaman. He said calmly, "There's nothing more to say. Let's fight."
"Do it!" The Shaman swung his walking stick. In an instant, the hundred thousand puppets opened their mouths and spat out large amounts of lightning.
Lin Yun grasped the Netherworld Sacred Sword and soared into the sky.
Apocalyptic Godly Sword Technique — Fifth Style!
Lin Yun slashed with his sword. In an instant, a horizontal crescent-shaped sword aura swept across the ground and destroyed thousands of puppets.
The Sea King and the three clan leaders also displayed their supernatural powers. Hua also used lightning energy to attack the puppets.
Prince Namgong immediately activated his Battle Qilin form to resist the lightning.
"Great Elder, let me deal with this brat." A Qilin Elder of the Level Seven Wu Sheng Realm requested.
"The five of you attack together. Take down this brat first. He seems to be the leader of this group." The Shaman said gloomily.
"Yes!" The five Great Elders obeyed. Three of the Qilin Elders were Level Seven Wu Sheng Realm, while the other two were Level Eight Wu Sheng Realm.
In an instant, the five Qilin Elders turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed toward Lin Yun like lightning.
"Sect Leader!" The Sea King and the others were shocked. They quickly turned around and wanted to help Lin Yun.
However, at that moment, countless black fog surged in from the Number One Plaza's passageway like a black wave.
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