Yu Xing swished the black mist tail he had conjured, his deep blue eyes roaming over the puppets standing still outside the courtyard.
The puppets all looked ready to attack him, their expressions vicious. But after he had ripped the head off one without breaking a sweat, their controller had apparently realized how powerful he was. Seeing that Yu Xing hadn't charged into the mass of puppets to slaughter them, but was instead trying to find him, the controller had simply kept things as they were.
It was as if he were saying, "You want to find me? Go ahead and try. You're the one wasting time, while your companions are all stuck in the courtyard and can't spare a hand."
Clearly, the controller had complete confidence in his concealment technique.
Though most of that confidence had evaporated after Zhao Mou casually exposed the trick, the controller still didn't come out. He stayed hidden among the puppets, stalling for time.
The fox had refused to cooperate, which meant he was an enemy—one his master had to eliminate tonight.
With every passing second, he realized more keenly that this group of enemies was even trickier than they had imagined.
Alone, he couldn't take Miss Feng away, kill anyone here, or even escape. He might well be trapped and left as nothing more than a corpse.
Fortunately, the controller had already informed the others of the situation. All he had to do was stall for a little while, and his companions, who were waiting nearby, would arrive. Then he could call back all the puppets and use the ones that remained to cover his retreat. All he'd lose was the time and materials spent making the puppets.
What he didn't know was that Yu Xing was searching for him with nothing but