After speaking, Luo Hong ignored the Three-Eyed Puppet's reaction. Thunder Light flashed over his body as he swiftly retreated from the White Sun.
The Three-Eyed Puppet, worried about the other six companions, braced itself against the terrifying Spiritual Pressure and looked back.
There, a white hurricane rose into the sky amid a string of earth-shaking explosions, like a True Dragon ascending to the heavens.
The next moment, the wind pillar suddenly scattered, transforming into a terrifying storm that swept in all directions. It emitted piercing shrieks as it effortlessly tore apart the gray-white Yin Mist that had remained unmoved throughout the battle between both sides.
In merely a moment, the previously dense Fog Sea had vanished entirely, leaving only some white wind vortices still raging.
At the site where the wind pillar had stood, the spiritual qi environment had been completely altered, turning it into a region filled with violent winds. For a long time to come, it would likely remain as one of Styx Land's dangerous areas.
Every puppet and Dark Armor Profound Ghost unfortunate enough to be fighting nearby met the same fate: not even their remains were left behind.
Even the more distant Three-Eyed Puppet found it somewhat difficult to resist the incoming storm, repeatedly reinforcing its protective spiritual barrier.
"Brother Bixu, run! These outsiders cannot be fought head-on!"
For some reason, the Purple Armor Puppet suddenly burst from the ground. After shouting at the Three-Eyed Puppet, it fled into the distance without looking back.
"Do you think you can still escape?!"
As Six-Leg's voice, cold as ice, rang out from within the region of raging winds, an unfamiliar figure emerged as well.
Fragments of the pitch-black cloak Six-Leg usually wore still clung to this person's body. He appeared to be a young man, but his eyes