Fairy Feng Qian was the one speaking. At that moment, a cultivator with a calm expression and the aura of a Mahayana cultivator stood beside her—but he was not Xu Guan.
Qin Fengming's gaze flashed as he immediately recognized the cultivator's identity. It was none other than Fairy Feng Qian's Mahayana spirit puppet.
Amid a burst of crimson light, Fairy Feng Qian had actually brought out the Mahayana spirit puppet.
The moment he saw the spirit puppet, Qin Fengming's mind suddenly cleared, and he instantly understood why Fairy Feng Qian had summoned it. He did not know how the spirit puppet had been refined, but its body was certainly tough enough. Naturally, it could withstand the assault of the hurricanes. Moreover, the magic power it consumed could be supplied by a large number of demon cores.
With the spirit puppet's intelligence and autonomy, replacing the demon cores itself was naturally possible. Even absorbing energy from the outside world to replenish itself would not be difficult. With these advantages, it could naturally resist the invasion of the scorching energy better than a cultivator.
Fairy Feng Qian's aura was connected to that of the spirit puppet, so she could naturally use the energy of the runes she had summoned to protect it.
In this way, the spirit puppet could carry Fairy Feng Qian away at high speed, while Fairy Feng Qian would not need to worry about the magic power in her body being exhausted.
When the crimson-hot energy suddenly swept over them, Fairy Feng Qian had once transmitted a hurried message to Qin Fengming, telling him not to resist and that she would carry him out of the crimson hurricane.
Qin Fengming, however, had rejected the female cultivator's transmission without even thinking.
He had sent back only four words: "I can