Chapter 92: Tempest Steps
Taking a deep breath, Julian steadied his emotions as he balanced himself on his sword. He had finally realized the reality of the situation they found themselves in.
Initially, when he found that map, he thought he had hit the jackpot. A mystic realm that no one knew about, appearing in the outer region of the Misty Mountain.
He didn’t know it, but there was a restriction that prevented anyone above the Golden Core realm from entering. With his strength, this mystic realm was practically made for him.
After suffering various losses, he finally realised the danger that a mystic realm could pose. His attitude had become more subdued, and his pride had taken a hit.
Still, he wasn’t going to back down here. The promise of rewards was far too tempting for him to give up now. Anyway, it wasn’t as if he could turn around now.
The only path was forward, and on that path was this puppet.
"We need a plan, Senior brother," one of the two men spoke, interrupting Julian’s train of thought. "We can’t brute-force our way through this thing."
"No," Julian said, voice rough. "It’s a puppet. There has to be a core. We just haven’t hit it yet."
"We’re going to attack it with full power now. Try to find anything that looks off. That’s where the core is going to be."
"But our attacks can’t even dent the puppet. Its body is too tough." The young man from before said.
Julian glanced at him before responding, "Use your martial skills. Saving anything at this point will only get us killed."