Lin Bai continued forward, and in front of him appeared more than seven hundred and twenty spirit puppets!
Lin Bai didn't retreat in the slightest, his flying swords flashed; the Purple Cloud Sword and Qingge Sword, along with Lin Bai's movements, started a fierce battle within the group of spirit puppets.
In the darkness.
The gray-haired elder and Fishing Old Man watched Lin Bai's slaughter on the Martial Soul Road.
"Not bad, with his strength, if he were on the same level as the Red Immortal Sect's direct disciples, he would at least not be at the bottom," the elder said lightly.
"Heh!" the Fishing Old Man chuckled lightly, "Back in the day, the disciple from the Red Immortal Sect faced over seven hundred and twenty spirit puppets and ended up being beaten black and blue. Are you actually saying that they are equal to him?"
