"Then let's wait," Yan Qingxu had no objections to Huang Yuan's decision; they had already endured for dozens of minutes, what were three more?
Seeing Huang Yuan tighten the Thunderbolt shield, Yan Qingxu suddenly had an idea and subtly stretched his right hand downward, thumb pressing against his index finger, and gently made a snapping motion.
A streak of blue light flashed between his index and thumb, then shot out and, upon reaching a distance, suddenly transformed into a small blue figure that flew swiftly towards the outer edge of the collapsing space.
"Hm? Puppet Spirit Technique, Old Yan, did you just use the Puppet Spirit Technique?"
Huang Yuan noticed the blue light that flew from Yan Qingxu's fingertips and immediately guessed what method his old friend had used.
"I had no choice but to leave myself a way out."
