The purple sword of light crossed the hundred-odd yards almost in the blink of an eye. Thus, Qin Fengming had little time left.
Although terror gripped Qin Fengming's heart, he did not lose his reason. Ever since entering the Cultivation World, he had walked almost constantly along the edge of death. He might not have faced danger fifty times, but he had certainly done so no fewer than twenty or thirty.
At this moment, although he could not move his body even a fraction, his spiritual power and divine sense remained unrestrained. Without the slightest hesitation, he stirred his spiritual power and sent out his divine sense. A pitch-black figure shot forth to meet the purple sword of light hurtling toward him.
The black figure appeared with incredible speed. The instant Qin Fengming saw his opponent's purple sword of light take shape and found himself unable to move, the black shadow shot out.
As soon as the black shadow left Qin Fengming, it transformed into a figure the size of an adult. This was none other than the mid Core Formation puppet Zhuang Daoqin had bestowed upon him.
Qin Fengming had witnessed the formidable defensive strength of this puppet firsthand. Thus, when faced with his opponent's immensely powerful secret art, he immediately thought of this mid Core Formation puppet.
Bang!
A sharp report rang out. A streak of purple light flashed and pierced straight through the towering puppet's body. Despite its formidable defenses, the mid Core Formation puppet barely affected the purple sword of light before being pierced in a single strike. Without changing direction in the slightest, the sword continued hurtling toward Qin Fengming.
The mid Core Formation puppet plummeted from the sky, falling straight into the gorge.
At this sight, however composed Qin Fengming might have been, he