But Ming Yuan had no time to concern himself with Ying Wu, the enemy who had severed his arm, or with his own Bronze Corpse Coffin.
For he suddenly sensed a murderous intent appear behind him without warning.
He turned his head and looked.
Ming Yuan saw that Song Wen had appeared behind him once again.
Ming Yuan found his opponent increasingly troublesome and difficult to deal with.
Could Extreme Yin truly have an inexhaustible supply of Death-Substitute Puppets?
Perhaps because the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword had been knocked away, Song Wen did not approach Ming Yuan for close combat again. Instead, a pair of black feathered wings appeared on his back.
With a beat of those wings, boundless silver lightning surged forth, gathering into a silvery torrent several dozen feet thick that shot straight toward Ming Yuan.
"Mere Thunder Arts cannot harm this sect master."
Ming Yuan barked sharply. Ignoring the injury to his hand, he loosely clenched it, and the banner he had released immediately returned to his grasp.
He swept the banner across, stirring up billowing baleful energy.
Baleful energy was yin in nature and should have been suppressed by the blazing might of Thunder Arts.
Yet when the billowing baleful energy swept toward the silver torrent, it was the latter that was shredded and gradually annihilated.
The baleful energy continued surging toward Song Wen without losing momentum.
Withered-yellow spiritual light surrounded Song Wen, as though he wore a heavy suit of armor.
He retreated swiftly, his hands constantly forming spell seals.
In fact, he had begun forming seals the moment he appeared.
Before the seals were complete, the baleful energy reached him and struck the withered-yellow spiritual light.
Song Wen did not immediately cast the Death-Substitution Spell. Instead, his hands moved a little faster, until all