A total of ten Giant Spirit Puppets closed in on the trio, their presence radiating destruction!
Ye Wushuang had no doubt that if they couldn't defeat them, these ten Giant Spirit Puppets would tear their bodies to shreds.
BOOM!
A Giant Spirit Puppet strode forward and slammed its fist down. The sheer force of the punch shattered the air, causing it to crackle like a mirror. The rippling power it unleashed was terrifying.
"Qing'er, you..." Ye Wushuang started, about to tell Yang Qing'er to come to his side.
But Yang Qing'er cut in, "Brother Ye, don't worry about me. I can handle myself."
With that, Yang Qing'er drew an exquisite Treasure Sword.
She channeled her True Essence into the blade, and the Treasure Sword unleashed a white Sword Qi that extended over a hundred feet.
This Sword Qi was as faint as moonlight. It soared into the air, then split into countless blades of light shaped like crescent moons, all slashing down toward one of the puppets.
