Once their target vanished, dozens of puppets turned their gazes toward him.
Liu Yu's expression changed despite himself, and his scalp prickled.
As the saying went, two fists could hardly fight four hands.
Without a qualitative gap in strength, even if he unleashed his full power against dozens of second-tier puppets, he would not last long.
Realizing the danger, Liu Yu halted, pivoted with the momentum, and raced back the way he had come.
The hollow eyes of dozens of puppets fixed on him in unison. Those capable of ranged attacks had already begun firing beams of various colors.
The dozen or so beams possessed different attributes.
Some were scorching as flames, some colder than frost, and others carried a razor-sharp aura.
As he ran, Liu Yu drew the Dark Moon Sword and swept it fiercely behind him.
Bang! Bang!
A succession of explosions rang out as the beams were blocked.
The scattered force struck Liu Yu, but the silvery-blue radiance on his skin stopped it, leaving him unharmed.
Fortunately, most of the puppets were too far away to attack him.
Sweeping his divine sense over the puppets targeting him behind his back, Liu Yu wore a grim expression. Using Chasing Stars and Catching the Moon at full speed, he returned to Tang Tianbao and the others.
Under the protection of the Sacred Fire Token, their pass through this place, the puppets lost their target and finally dispersed.
"That was an oversight on my part. Fellow Daoist Hong, are you all right?"
Tang Tianbao spoke with a hint of apology.
"No harm done. I have thick skin and tough flesh. I can withstand that much power; it's nothing serious."
Liu Yu nodded, playing his role as a tough man to the hilt.
With those few words, the matter was settled.