Boom——
Magic roared chaotically, as the entire Floating City trembled incessantly.
The battle between both sides had escalated to a fever pitch.
The puppet personally forged by The Queen Mother of the West was on its last breath.
It was carried on a stretcher, moving along with the main force.
Whenever a rampaging End emerged, it would disregard its own injuries, and muster all its strength to climb off the stretcher——
Under the adoring gaze of the other puppets, it supported its body with a tenacious will and approached the End, putting forth all its might to subdue it.
Each time it completed this task, it consumed some of its strength.
Look!
He was staggering, unable to stand up by himself!
The surrounding puppets, as if coordinated, rushed to support him, helping him to lie back down on the stretcher.
"Attack! Attack! Don't worry about me!"
Though he was gasping for air, weak-bodied, he still roared out.
