"Magic... is no more." Faced with the swift attack of Yuan Ming and the others, the withered man struggled to utter this sentence.
The attacks of the three lost their power at the moment of approach, and their spirit light dispersed.
Seeing this, Yuan Ming didn't panic but instead smiled, because he knew that the withered man was already at the end of his rope.
A glint flashed in his eyes, and under the urging of his thoughts, Elder Pan Ji, who had been lying motionless on the ground, suddenly rolled over and thrust a black long sword towards the withered man.
This time, the man was completely unprepared, and his chest was directly pierced by the long sword.
In fact, Yuan Ming had realized a quarter of an hour ago that the connection between himself and Elder Pan Ji, this tree puppet, had been restored.
But he had held back all this time, just waiting for this opportunity.
