Within the Void's interstices, Lu Ye remained still, making no effort to conceal his aura. The Puppet Half-Saint standing some distance away likewise stood firm as a mountain.
His gaze flickered. Lu Ye's figure swayed, then he lunged at the puppet like an arrow loosed from the bow.
Almost the instant he moved, the puppet moved as well. It abruptly turned toward Lu Ye, raising the Supreme Treasure in its hand and bringing it down with a thunderous swing.
Dao force burst forth and collided, making the warped space even more unstable.
Three breaths later, life faded away. Lu Ye raised a hand and collected the puppet's corpse, along with its Supreme Treasure, into his Inner Realm.
From beginning to end, there was no sign of a True Saint descending.
There were only two possible explanations. One was that Abyss was lulling Lu Ye into complacency; the other was that Abyss could not precisely locate Lu Ye's position.
The first possibility should have been impossible. Judging from everything that had happened before, Abyss hated Lu Ye beyond measure and would never miss an opportunity if it had one.
That left only the second possibility.
In this unusual environment, Abyss could no longer use the puppets to precisely locate him as it had before. Naturally, the True Saints could not descend either.
With no need to worry about facing a True Saint, Lu Ye's current strength made dealing with a lone Puppet Half-Saint no difficult task.
Without anyone controlling them, the puppets fought almost entirely on instinct. The enormous gap in strength was why Lu Ye had succeeded so easily.
Having struck true, Lu Ye did not linger. He immediately plunged into a Void Current and vanished from where he stood.
Perhaps fortune had finally turned in his favor. After finding