To Alef, Jared’s strength was definitely not what a Fifth Level Martial Arts Saint cultivator should possess!
“There are many things you won’t be able to expect.” Jared smirked, his eyes full of disdain.
“Even if you’re strong, what’s the use?”
After Alef finished speaking, he gestured toward the puppets, and they all stood up again.
These puppets had terrifying holes filled with blood on each of their chests. But as Alef recited some kind of incantation, the wounds on their bodies began to glow, and they soon completely healed.
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