TAP, TAP—
Lie Yunting's steps were steady. His dark red martial attire gleamed with a cold luster under the light of the Luminous Pearls.
The moment he stepped into the passageway, the six puppets moved in unison.
He drew his sword, its blade flashing crimson like fire as he engaged the six puppets in battle.
His Swordsmanship was fierce and domineering, every strike unleashing a searing wave of heat.
Fifty moves.
Eighty moves.
One hundred moves.
Several new wounds appeared on his body. His dark red martial attire was soaked in blood, and his face was ashen.
But he was still holding on.
One hundred and twenty moves.
He seized a fleeting opening and shot forward, rushing toward the other end of the passageway.
He was just about to reach it—
The Mantis Puppet's scythe slashed in from the side with astonishing speed.
Unable to dodge in time, he could only block with his sword held horizontally.
CLANG—!
