Whoosh!
A flash of sword light!
A pale cyan spirit light entered the view of a figure.
Immediately afterward, that figure directly cut down the chunk of bluestone, hugged the stone—which was larger than his own body—and fled outward!
That was right!
This was precisely one of Cheng Buzheng's first-order soul incarnations.
At that very moment.
All the Soul Puppets stopped moving in unison, then transformed into streaks of black-and-white spirit light and fled beyond One-Horn Peak!
Whoosh!
Whoosh, whoosh!!
Streaks of black-and-white rainbow light fell from the sky like meteors streaking across the heavens, landing within the Canyon.
In an instant!
Figures filled the Canyon.
Among the many puppets, only one figure stood out.
It was a Soul Puppet, currently cradling an enormous chunk of bluestone.
Seeing this.
The Third-order Soul Puppet beckoned with one hand!
In a flash, that chunk of bluestone appeared before an old man whose face was weathered with age, his cheeks etched by the winds and frosts of time.
Cheng Buzheng glanced at the cut surface, where a faint pale cyan spirit light was revealed. Without hesitation, he swept his hand and stored the bluestone in his Storage Bag.
At this moment, beneath the sea!
Only one of the blood-red runes condensed through the secret technique remained.
In other words, one Soul Puppet Cheng Buzheng had stationed elsewhere would not be able to hold out much longer...
Perhaps in the next instant, it would be devoured by some Desolate Beast.
This was the final safeguard he had arranged—the last first-order Soul Puppet.
It was precisely through this method that Cheng Buzheng had bought enough time.
This, too, was the scheme Cheng Buzheng had laid by exploiting the utter lack of reason in the Desolate Beasts.
However!
There was not much time left!
They had