Although Qin Fengming was still standing where he was, the ancient treasure shield before him had lost most of its radiance. The energy within it was also somewhat disordered, and without careful refinement, it would already be difficult to activate again.
The silver Puppet that had been standing there was now revealed unharmed as a dazzling silver radiance flashed around it.
The Puppet had indeed not disappointed Qin Fengming. Even the impact of such a massive explosion had failed to inflict much damage upon it.
Although Qin Fengming and the Puppet had not suffered much loss, that was because the Puppet had been thirty or forty zhang from the explosion's center. As for the peak Ghost Commander-stage old man at the center of the blast, he had already been reduced to flying ash, with not even his soul escaping.
That ghastly skeleton also vanished without a trace with a bang after the old man fell.
With the tremendous explosion, even the scroll hovering high in the distant sky had been caught in its devastating impact. It shook violently in midair, emitting a series of cracking sounds.
"Hahaha, using a Puppet to kill an opponent is well worth it. Fellow Daoist, let's see whether you can withstand this humble one's Puppet exploding in your face."
Surveying the scene before him, Qin Fengming showed not the slightest trace of heartache. Instead, he laughed loudly and again urged the Puppet hovering in the air to attack the leading old man, who had already fled two or three hundred zhang away.
"Ah, stop! I concede! This token belongs to you, Fellow Daoist!"
Upon seeing this, the leading old man's expression changed drastically, and he immediately cried out anxiously. He had already lost the will to continue fighting.
If the middle-aged man across from him