"Whether this is a dream or not, you and I both know the truth. Since I came here to intercept you, I naturally wasn't afraid you'd escape again. I'd heard a thing or two about the Blue-Armored Abyss Corpse Devil's reputation even back in Spirit City. Under normal circumstances, I would never have wanted to provoke you. Especially that wooden bird puppet in your hands—it has a mysterious origin and most likely came down from the Thousand Mechanisms Imperial Mausoleum. But judging by the looks of it, you've already used it. What other tricks do you have? Feel free to use them all."
Waving his head back and laughing heartily, Wu Changlian pursued from behind at an unhurried pace. Though he spoke so lightly, he was indeed wary of Lu Xiaotian and Ye Ziyu joining forces. Yet he was equally terrified of the wooden bird puppet in the Blue-Armored Old Devil's hands.
Now that the severely wounded Blue-Armored Old Devil had lost the wooden bird puppet's assistance, his speed had dropped drastically. Wu Changlian wasn't afraid he could escape his grasp at all. As he pursued, Wu Changlian would occasionally raise a hand and shoot one or two streaks of Sword Qi at the Blue-Armored Old Devil.
The Blue-Armored Old Devil cursed bitterly inwardly. How could he not know these were probing attacks from Wu Changlian? Yet although he knew his opponent's intentions, his severely wounded state left him powerless to counter them. Despair filled the Blue-Armored Old Devil's heart. He was unwilling to sit there and await death, so he could only flee with all his might, escaping as far as he could.
Whoosh, whoosh! Streak after streak of sword qi, as dazzling as silk ribbons, slashed in from behind. At first, the Blue-Armored Old Devil could barely deal