Duanmu Sheng leaped down. His Hundred Tribulations Insight avatar crashed down like a cannonball.
Boom!
A round pit left behind by the impact of the Golden Lotus appeared before everyone's eyes.
Several puppets were slammed into the ground.
"Scorching Field Hundred Strikes!"
"Thousand Waves!"
Hua Wudao who had rushed back could not help but cough and feel like vomiting when he witnessed this scene. He sighed inwardly. 'I can't help but feel anxious for every single day that I have to spend in the Evil Sky Pavilion.' He glanced at Hua Yuexing, who was above the Evil Sky Pavilion. She would fire a few arrows to repel the puppets every once in a while. His mood improved when he looked at her.
Meanwhile, Zhang Jin, the Grand Elder of the Hengqu Branch, rose to his feet and charged out again. He was merely one of many puppets. The puppets felt no pain, fear, or death.
