As the smoke cleared, shattered stones littered the ground.
Seeing that there was no further movement around him, Song Qingming, suspended in midair, finally let out a slow breath. He put away the several magic treasures before him and descended from the air.
Ever since successfully integrating the Seven Stars Sword Light into the Myriad Spirit Puppet Great Formation, the formation's offensive power had increased enormously, leaving Song Qingming virtually without an opponent in cultivator combat among those of the same realm.
Though this Three-headed Fierce Tiger possessed strange abilities and strength no weaker than that of a peak Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator,
it was ultimately nothing more than a puppet without schemes or cunning. No matter how formidable its divine abilities were, its intelligence was still lacking by a degree, allowing Song Qingming to trap it with his magic treasures.
As expected, it was struck head-on by Song Qingming's Seven Stars Sword Light and turned into a pile of rubble scattered to one side.
Having won the great battle, Song Qingming stood where he was and wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. He, too, still felt lingering fear.
During the battle, he had carelessly been struck directly in the chest by the Three-eyed Stone Tiger and sent crashing into the ruins.
Fortunately, his physical body was no longer what it had once been. Though he had looked rather bedraggled just now, only several of his meridians had suffered minor damage, nothing too serious.
Otherwise, his injuries would certainly have been far worse, and after returning, he would have needed to enter seclusion for at least several years to recover.
After taking out and swallowing a spirit pill, Song Qingming sat down to regulate his breathing for a while before rising again and