Qin Fengming was not a fussy man. Since he knew this battle was unavoidable, he no longer wasted words. The aura around him suddenly erupted, and a chilling battle intent surged forth.
Faced with the aura that Qin Fengming had abruptly revealed, Immortal Yun Ling's heart stirred as well. The dense energy aura emanating from Qin Fengming was actually not much weaker than that of a Mahayana cultivator.
"Good. As long as Fellow Daoist can tie down that Corpse Puppet for long enough, I can eliminate those two Corpse Puppets."
Immortal Yun Ling's expression shifted slightly before she immediately spoke.
As her voice rang out, both her hands began waving rapidly. Several talismanic patterns suddenly flashed into existence and, in the blink of an eye, sank into the cloud mist.
As the talismanic patterns vanished, the already violently surging azure cloud mist suddenly churned even more fiercely.
A frightening, low, hoarse roar suddenly came from within the cloud mist.
"Fellow Daoist, I'll leave this Corpse Puppet to you." As a female cultivator's shout rang out, Immortal Yun Ling, who had been standing before Qin Fengming, suddenly vanished, once more disappearing into the azure mist.
As the azure cloud mist rolled, it immediately receded into the distance.
As the cloud mist suddenly withdrew, a figure abruptly flashed into existence and appeared before Qin Fengming.
The figure wore a long black robe, and its face was concealed behind a veil, making its features impossible to see. Yet from the eyes exposed beyond it, Qin Fengming sensed an aura devoid of any vitality.
In Qin Fengming's view, a Corpse Puppet was created by refining a cultivator's corpse into a puppet.
Qin Fengming could naturally accomplish such a technique. However, he did not think highly of it. Leaving aside the fact that such an