Serpent Ancestor

Wang Yimao's face stiffened, and he could only smile awkwardly, "Rest assured, Commander, I guarantee victory."

Seeing Wang Yimao take the stage, the Sea Star Demon Clan, after some discussion, sent out a clam spirit.

This clam spirit had not fully transformed, carrying a massive shell on its back, moving like a fan. In an instant, it arrived, its elongated face devoid of any expression.

Without a word, Wang Yimao flicked his fingers, and countless threads shot out from between them, aiming at the clam spirit's face.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

The clam spirit closed up, letting the threads strike its body without moving an inch.

Wang Yimao released two puppets, one gold and one silver, which instantly grabbed the clam spirit's shell on both sides, trying to pry it open with all their might, but it remained as immovable as a mountain.

Puffs of purple-black mist spewed from the clam spirit's seams, immediately corroding the two puppets, melting most of their arms.

"Turtle tactics?"

Wang Yimao's eyes narrowed, and a bolt of lightning shot from his brow, striking the clam spirit's back. Simultaneously, flames burst from his palm, burning fiercely. The two puppets served as fuel, turning everything around into a sea of fire, the temperature rising, and the space distorting.

In an instant, the ground melted, the seawater evaporated, and a thousand-foot radius turned into a world of magma. Despite the clam spirit being charred black, it still had no effect.

This was a war of attrition.