Mo Yujian poured all of his focus into the two puppets in front of him and suddenly found that they got stronger, deadlier and mightier. Their attacks became unpredictable and swift, almost as if they were just flying with wings behind their backs.
His forehead knitted and his face grew solemn. Of course, he also felt the urgency of the thing that was happening above but he couldn't afford to lose here. He must not lose.
The puppets that had almost wooden and expressionless suddenly became menacing, their eyes lively. They abruptly stopped fighting and Mo Yujian tipped his feet, drawing some distance between them and landed in front of Ouyang Xueqing, covering her from their sight.
One of the puppets sighed. "What are you doing here, human? We have no business with you. Leave right now, and we will let you go."
Mo Yujian couldn't talk nor did he want to.
Gripping his sword tightly, he fixed his stare onto them, defiant and dauntless.
