The gap in the pure white space was already large enough for Wu Heng to pass through.
Yet he did not leave immediately. Seeing that Wu Heng was about to escape, the mass of light and shadow grew anxious, and its evasive movements began to falter.
The Evil Spirit Puppet, which had seemed ready to leave, gripped the demon dagger and charged at it instead. Like black lightning pursuing prey, its unexpected move caught the holy mass of light and shadow off guard.
With a single slash, it cut through nearly a third of the other's body, leaving behind tainted marks and wounds that were difficult to heal.
The light flickered erratically, trying to reform and flee. But under the demon dagger's innate suppression of holy power and the Evil Spirit Puppet's overwhelming strength, it had completely lost the ability to resist.
Wu Heng calmly controlled the Evil Spirit Puppet.
It pursued relentlessly, launching another fierce thrust. The instant it pierced into the body of light again, a thought crossed his mind, and an exceptionally slender tentacle, tipped like a suction cup, suddenly split off from the puppet's main body. With lightning speed, it accurately stabbed into the area where the light's energy was most concentrated.
"Plunder!" Wu Heng said coldly.
The light let out a shriek filled with pain and disbelief.
That tentacle swiftly retracted, its tip firmly imprisoning a fist-sized mass of energy that struggled continuously and radiated intense waves of light, like a captured living creature.
The main body of light, meanwhile, instantly dimmed and more than half of it scattered away after this portion of its origin was stripped from it.
"Blasphemer. This will not end. Heaven's gaze. Never—" The remnants of light sent out fragmented thoughts filled with venom.
Then the entire pure white space