In the blink of an eye, Qin Yi had dispatched two of Heng Li's puppets.
The puppets, though powerful, were ultimately living dead and reacted slower than living beings.
If they were normal Ninth Rank Transcendance Tribulation Stage cultivators, Qin Yi wouldn't find it so easy to kill them.
Puppets only knew how to attack and didn't understand defense; to put it bluntly, they had no brains.
But puppets had one advantage: they were fearless.
Under normal circumstances, when two companions were slain in quick succession, the rest would inevitably feel some fear.
But not the puppets; they only followed their master's wishes.
So, even though Qin Yi killed two puppets, the others still rushed forward with cries.
Heng Li's face turned ugly, as if he'd lost his parents.
The higher the cultivation, the harder it was to find materials to refine puppets. He had painstakingly gathered these eight; now Qin Yi had casually destroyed two.
"Qin Yi, you will pay for your actions."
