A flicker of surprise crossed Lin Xuan's face. His five fingers closed, and the hiss-hiss of something tearing through the air reached his ears. Azure light shot out, and the razor-sharp sword radiance once again dismembered those puppets like five horses tearing a body apart.
But the matter did not end there.
As a burst of Sanskrit chanting entered his ears, the shattered puppet fragments closed in toward the center, and brand-new puppets reappeared.
Once might have been coincidence, but for the same result to appear again and again was absolutely not mere chance.
Lin Xuan's brows lifted. He vaguely noticed that as the puppets revived, the surrounding heaven-and-earth vital energy had also thinned considerably.
Could it be...
A faint guess formed in Lin Xuan's heart. When he raised his head again, several pavilions in the sky were exceedingly conspicuous, and oddly shaped puppets were continuously pouring out from within them.
"These buildings seem to be arranged according to the positions of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams. Could they actually be like Formation Flags, able to absorb the nearby heaven-and-earth vital energy, thereby providing power for the puppets' resurrection?"
Lin Xuan muttered to himself. He did not know whether this guess was reliable or not, but at this moment, there was naturally no time to investigate it in depth. He would try it first, then decide.
Thus, Lin Xuan flicked his sleeve, and a flame the size of a chicken egg appeared.
Five-Colored Glaze radiated a law power that made one's heart palpitate.
Needless to say, it was precisely the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire he had refined anew.
Lin Xuan spat out a mouthful of azure qi.
Puff!
Following his movement, the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire split from one into three, then from three into nine, transforming into nine