Xing Wenyao raised a hand and waved. A hundred-zhang-tall humanoid puppet suddenly appeared and charged at Yunxu.
Zhu Yin, the Black Flood Dragon, the Heaven-Burning Eagle, and the silver-winged tiger alone would certainly be unable to hold back Yunxu and the other five.
Xing Wenyao could only divide his attention, resisting the giant phantom of the Ten Directions Heavenly Demon Formation while controlling the humanoid puppet.
"Xing Wenyao, you still dare to let your attention wander? You should worry about yourself first. Today shall be the day this traitor dies." Ye Hua's tone carried a hint of smugness.
Yet accidents always happened when one was riding high on success.
Aboard one of the Limitless Sect's warships.
A flash of light suddenly flickered in Song Wen's eyes.
Five zhang to his front-left, Meng Lengyu sat cross-legged atop a black rune inscribed on the deck.
However, Meng Lengyu was no longer channeling spiritual power into the rune. Instead, she silently circulated spiritual power to her fingertips. Her ten fingers twitched slightly, and ten streams of spiritual power shot forth.
In an instant, nine Foundation Establishment cultivators had their heads pierced and fell to the ground. The nine streams of spiritual power that killed them continued onward with undiminished force, shooting toward the other cultivators.
The remaining stream of spiritual power went straight for Song Wen's face.
Song Wen was shocked and enraged. "Hall Master Meng, what are you doing?"
Before his words had faded, a seven-foot-tall corpse puppet appeared before Song Wen. At the cost of shattering some of its rotten flesh, it blocked the stream of spiritual power for him.
"Hall Master Meng, stop at once!" Song Wen said.
At the same time, he urged the corpse puppet to attack Meng Lengyu.
"You are all the murderers who killed Cao'er. Die,