Faced with the near-overwhelming assault of chains and Corpse-Suppressing Nails, Song Wen seemed frightened senseless. He neither dodged nor evaded, nor did he make any attempt to resist, merely watching helplessly as they closed in.
The first to strike Song Wen were four chains.
The chains immediately pierced through Song Wen's body.
Close on their heels, before the other chains could block them, eighteen Corpse-Suppressing Nails struck various parts of Song Wen's body.
Song Wen's fleshly body could not withstand such a violent barrage and shattered at once.
"Another Death-Substitute Puppet?"
Qingxuanzi spoke almost instinctively, his gaze searching all around the formation.
"Extreme Yin, no matter how many Death-Substitute Puppets you have, don't even dream of escaping the trapped formation!"
The words had barely left his mouth when Qingxuanzi discovered in astonishment:
After 'Song Wen's' body exploded, what burst forth was not the rotten flesh of a shattered corpse puppet that he had seen many times before, but countless wood chips.
"This... this doesn't seem to be a Death-Substitute Puppet, but rather..."
Qingxuanzi was filled with doubt. His thoughts raced, but before he could figure out what it was, he suddenly sensed killing intent coming from behind him.
He did not even have time to turn around. He could only sweep his divine sense backward, where he discovered—nine inch-long blades shooting toward him.
The blades were exceedingly strange. Though transparent, they were tinged with a trace of deep crimson.
Behind the nine blades stood Song Wen, his expression stern.
Not good, I've been fooled! The Extreme Yin in the formation is fake!
As this thought flashed through Qingxuanzi's mind, he lunged forward, buying himself a brief moment to breathe.
At the same time, a bone-white jade tablet abruptly appeared before him!
But Song Wen's sneak attack had come too suddenly.