The buzzing vibrations continuously assaulted Wang Jixuan's eardrums.
The grand formation, supported by the Heavenly Dao Tablet, was rapidly contracting.
Daoist Wang had already realized;
before he could devise a countermeasure, his Strange Soul Puppet would be trapped within the formation's narrow confines.
Sizzle—
The deep-purple Lightning Whip lashed down again and again;
Wang Jixuan's Strange Soul Puppet dodged left and right, but no matter how many afterimages he left behind in the air, he could never evade the whip's strikes.
Another resounding crack rang out.
The Strange Soul Puppet was sent plummeting dozens of yards, massive amounts of Blood Mist spraying from its body.
Laughter came from above. "Hahaha! You demonic monster! At the end of your rope, yet you still refuse to surrender and await execution!"
The puppet's left and right heads both turned to look behind it.
The other man's laughter abruptly stopped, replaced by a cold snort.
That bizarre sight had clearly given him a slight fright.
A trace of anger rose within Wang Jixuan. He was already suffering the agony of ten thousand spirits devouring his heart, and now this Tianluo Expert who had suddenly appeared could only make him take a beating...
His fury kept mounting.
The urge to perish together with this man rose in his heart.
After all, this was only a Strange Soul Puppet!
At worst, he could go capture another Pillar-Class Blade Beast and start over!
Wang Jixuan took a deep breath. A thread of coolness came from his main body as his true primordial spirit forcibly intervened, restoring his calm.
Right. He could not be impatient now. He should wait and see whether Peony had a solution.
If Peony was helpless, it would not be too late to self-destruct the strange soul then.
He had endured the pain of