The next moment, the movements of the paper men grew larger.
Then in the following moment, a dark wind arose, swirling around the paper men, causing their bodies to sway.
The wind dissipated.
The paper men all came to a halt.
Sun Lingtong immediately fell to his knees, his inhabiting paper men reverted to normal, his soul dim and extremely weak. He almost fainted on the spot.
After a while, he recovered and said with lingering fear, "I can't do it, Little Zhuo."
"To control this Paperman Army requires too much knowledge of mechanisms."
"In this area, I'm not as good as you. You have to do it!"
Sun Lingtong attempted several times, unable even to complete the first step of activating this Paperman Army.
Ning Zhuo, constantly observing Sun Lingtong through the Life Hanging Thread, pondered at this moment: "Boss, you're separated from your soul, this isn't your complete state, it's normal if you can't do it."
"Indeed, the setup by my mother here is of a very high standard."
