The center of the corridor
Cao Bing floated in midair, calmly watching Kuiluo less than a hundred meters ahead of him.
At this moment, the once towering and formidable half-lionman puppet had become utterly bedraggled. Of its fists, once wreathed in lightning, only shattered segments of metal resembling knuckles remained, as though half their flesh had been gouged away from thin air.
The half-body armor it wore was also cracked inch by inch. Had its material not been extraordinary, it would have long since fallen away from Kuiluo's divine body and turned into a pile of fragments.
But even though it had not been completely destroyed, without a master artificer to repair it, it would need at least ten million years of nurturing before it could recover.
At the same time, Kuiluo's body had been blasted full of holes. His arms, head, torso, legs, and more all revealed the unknown metal skeleton beneath.
"Still want to fight?" Cao Bing asked with a smile.
"You!!!" Kuiluo's hollow eyes fixed on Cao Bing. Though his eyeballs had already vanished, the fury within them was still plainly visible.
In an instant, countless streams of energy frantically converged upon Kuiluo's body. The severe wounds on his body rapidly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, his aura continued to climb.
"Enough!"
A cold, indifferent voice suddenly rang out from nowhere within the corridor. Kuiluo's rising aura immediately stalled, and then he seemed to lose all power. His entire body fell still, floating motionlessly in the air.
"You have passed. Continue onward."
The cold, indifferent voice sounded again. It belonged to Duan Donghe Wu.
At the same time, a pitch-black gate at the end of the corridor slowly opened with the voice.
"I passed." Cao Bing glanced at the