Chu Ruolin had obviously realized the gravity of the situation, her complexion turning deathly pale.
She wanted to say something, but worried Chu Yi would catch on to the clues, so she could only silently observe the changes.
Chu Yi had long since understood what was going on.
As soon as the Puppet ran out of Spiritual Power, all of its Mysterious Arts would no longer be of any use.
A Puppet without Mysterious Arts is just scrap metal.
With this thought, a slight grin appeared at the corner of Chu Yi's lips.
He threw a punch.
Boom!
Above Jade Maiden Peak, the air was filled with the deafening noise of Chu Yi sending the Puppet staggering back several steps.
Chu Ruolin closed her eyes in agony.
The power of Feng Ying was almost completely drained, though, he still reluctantly managed to throw a palm at Chu Yi.
But this palm, compared to the previous Palm Force, was as different as heaven and earth.
