Ling Chuxi knew the strength of these netherworld puppets. Even if they were able to reach the heavenly Yuan stage after their rebirth, it was impossible for them to withstand such sword power.
However, there was not the slightest bit of surprise on Cang Ming Ye's face. His finger suddenly moved, and a dark green flame burned at the tip of his finger. The bodies of the dark death puppets were like cotton cloth stained with oil, and they were instantly ignited by the flame between his fingers, burning with green flames.
The sword Qi of the sword power of the abyss cut through their bodies without any resistance, as if it was a shadow, but the green flame was still burning.
