The palace stopped trembling, and the Primordial Contract on the great door no longer flickered. The golden light shining on the Sword Spirit Puppets quietly dissipated. The entire valley was deathly silent.
However, this silence did not last long. Soon, those Sword Spirit Puppets began to emit painful howls, yet still raised their longswords and charged forward madly, though the power within the swords was clearly much less than before.
Han Yan looked at Qu Shanling in surprise, never imagining that he would have such a mysterious hand formation. Why hadn't she discovered this before?
"Quick, kill them, quickly!" Qu Shanling said with a trembling voice, his hand performing the hand formation with veins bulging, his entire body drenched in cold sweat like rain.
