Di Kun's speed was astonishing. Lu Xiaotian prided himself on being no slouch either, especially as a sixth-tier body cultivator whose explosive power was even more formidable in such a cramped space. Even so, he could barely keep pace with Di Kun. If they moved to a wide-open area, he would probably have no choice but to take a beating passively. Fortunately, Di Kun had not realized this yet.
Fearing Di Kun's technique that could seal the Primordial Spirit, Lu Xiaotian could only fight with his secondary Primordial Spirit at present. He did not dare let Di Kun get too close. If he were touched by that gray-white ball of light again, his life would be forfeit.
Fortunately, he still had two sixth-tier puppets. Compared to Di Kun, the puppets were tall and bulky, making them somewhat constrained in this cramped space, and their speed was clearly unable to keep up with the flying silver corpse, Di Kun. Lu Xiaotian's gaze shifted as he controlled another golden-man puppet to occupy one corner, sandwiching himself between the two. Whenever Di Kun attacked, he manipulated whichever puppet was closer to block it. The puppets were only slower than Di Kun in movement speed; their sword swings and hammer blows were another matter. No matter how astonishing Di Kun's speed was, at close range he could not completely evade them and could only choose to meet one blow head-on before being knocked back.
Once Lu Xiaotian had gained a moment to catch his breath, he immediately changed positions, always making sure the two puppets blocked any blind spots in his defense.
Thus, the two puppets and Lu Xiaotian battled Di Kun within the tomb, fighting with such force that sand and stones flew everywhere, while gray shadows and the puppets' silhouettes swayed chaotically