Inside the ancient ruins of the moon tomb, William's brows are currently knitting tightly, because the black robe puppet is shaking in front of his eyes, almost ten minutes have passed, but he still doesn't control this Puppet, which makes him feel a little uncomfortable.
"I'm afraid the strength of my Marionette Battle Soul isn't strong enough to control the power level of this black-cloak puppet. It's slightly better than the previous white-cloak puppet's power level!" William silently said to himself and began to do his best to push the spiritual energy into the invisible thread that was on the fingers.
Finally, it all worked out, in just half an hour, the black robe puppet finally stopped shaking, raised its eyes to look at William, and knelt down on one knee, "My master, is there an
