"Aah... you bitch Zhu, you're asking for death!"
Feng Hai's furious roar exploded across the battlefield like thunder. His eyes turned scarlet with rage, as though they might spew fire.
Zhu Ling'er had nearly severed his puppet's thigh with a single sword strike. The puppet had originally stood tall and imposing,
but that strike had thrown it off balance, leaving its entire body leaning to one side, teetering on the verge of collapse.
Feng Hai flew into a towering rage. His great saber traced a cold gleam through the air as he hacked viciously at Zhu Ling'er with thunderous might.
Yet Zhu Ling'er never slowed. Like a god of slaughter, she charged straight into the enemies behind him, easily evading the lethal blow.
Not only did the strike fail to hurt Zhu Ling'er, it killed several of his companions instead, stoking Feng Hai's fury even further.
His eyes widened, his face twisted hideously, and murderous intent surged through him like a raging tide.
"You bitch Zhu! Stop running if you've got the guts!"
Feng Hai's bellow echoed across the battlefield, brimming with fury and resentment.
But just as he lifted a foot to pursue Zhu Ling'er, he suddenly felt a powerful force bearing down on him from behind.
He looked back in horror and saw three senior sisters from the Plain Maiden Sect charging toward him like a whirlwind, their swords flashing coldly as they stabbed straight at his puppet's other thigh.
With a crash, Feng Hai's enormous puppet collapsed, throwing up a cloud of dust.
Several Plain Maiden Sect disciples immediately rushed forward. A few sword strikes split open the puppet's abdomen, exposing Feng Hai inside, blood spilling from his mouth.
Feng Hai was firmly restrained. He struggled to resist, but his injuries were too severe; he no