At this moment, the woman looked at the suddenly appearing gray-robed old man, her delicate brows beneath the black hood knitting slightly.
Her fingers unconsciously tightened, and the purple-black poisonous aura around her rippled. When the puppet had struck earlier, she had secretly sensed the gray-robed man's aura. His strength was on par with the puppet's, making him clearly a formidable opponent.
She knew full well that if this dragged on, no one could tell how many more hidden trump cards the Poison Sect possessed.
Originally, without the gray-robed old man's appearance, she had been confident she could deal with those two. But now, with his involvement, the situation had instantly reversed. The puppet alone would have to withstand the combined assault of three people and would likely soon be bogged down.
Although she had temporarily suppressed the backlash of the Thousand Poisons Origin within her, it still stirred restlessly inside her. If she continued tangling with this mysterious gray-robed man and the poison power within her went out of control, the consequences would be unimaginable.
At that thought, she quietly condensed a wisp of concentrated purple poison in her palm. Her gaze swiftly swept over the Poison Market as she prepared to break through at any moment.
On the battlefield, seeing its punch blocked, the black puppet slowly turned its darksteel head, its hollow eyes locking tightly onto the gray-robed old man.
Without pausing, it suddenly raised its other fist. Even more violent power gathered upon it, and the force of the punch shredded the lingering mist around it into fragments as it smashed toward the old man again.
The gray-robed old man's eyes narrowed. This time, he did not passively block.
His figure flickered, evading the puppet's fist like a ghost. At the same time, three streams of