Chapter 1133

After dismantling the warlord Demon Puppet with his bare hands, Wyatt's imposing figure slowly rose, his presence towering like a demon unleashed. He turned his gaze toward the remaining nine Puppets that had attacked him relentlessly during the earlier fight. "Every last one of you is going down," he growled. Without hesitation, Wyatt grabbed one of the Demon Puppets as if it were nothing more than a toy. One hand on its head and the other on its legs, he lifted it effortlessly and brought it crashing down against his iron knee. The Puppet's seemingly indestructible body snapped in two, sending a chill through the crowd. Gasps erupted as Wyatt moved to the next one, tearing it apart with his bare hands like ripping apart paper. These Puppets, formidable to most, were little more than a nuisance to him. Compared to the warlord Demon Puppet, they were laughably weak. The crowd watched in stunned silence, their shock turning into an eerie numbness as Wyatt continued his rampage.