More than a dozen various magical artifacts came hurtling forth, along with Cheng Tao, a cultivator of extraordinary strength. Luo Qian struggled frantically against Qu Mao's attack, his face deathly pale. In this situation, even if he rushed over, it would be useless. He could never rescue Su Qing; he might not even last a moment before being slain on the spot by these magical artifacts. Could Su Qing truly be about to perish here?
All of a sudden, a streak of white light flashed, and two enormous puppets burst from it. One was an ocher-yellow puppet holding a shield in one hand. The other was a golden humanoid puppet wielding a greatsword with both hands. Nearly two zhang tall, the puppets charged across the ground like two mighty divine guardians, one on either side, firmly protecting Su Qing between them.
The golden puppet gripped the heavy greatsword in both hands and hacked left and right in a flurry, knocking the incoming magical artifacts back.
The other ocher-yellow puppet held its shield firmly before Su Qing. The magical artifacts struck the thick shield with muffled thuds, yet could not damage it in the slightest, much less reach Su Qing behind it.
There were simply too many magical artifacts. Though the golden and ocher-yellow puppets wielded tremendous force, they had no way to block them all. Still, when the artifacts struck the two puppets, they surprisingly failed to inflict much damage.
Facing the enormous azure flood dragon roaring toward them, the golden puppet raised its sword high above its head. With the might of splitting Mount Tai, it suddenly brought it down. A streak of golden light flashed across the heavy golden blade, striking the azure flood dragon. Explosions rippled across its body, while the high-grade Spirit Stone within the golden