Although Hun Changqing had refined this Heavenly Demon Puppet with tremendous success, giving it terrifying power, he had only a rough sense of its strength. After all, he had yet to truly test it.
Hun Changqing's icy eyes swept back and forth over the Heavenly Demon Puppet. After a moment's contemplation, he abruptly slapped his palm against its head and dressed it in a black robe identical to his own. Then he moved, lifted the restrictions within the secret chamber, and darted out, flying toward the outskirts of the Netherworld Hall. The Heavenly Demon Puppet followed close behind. Perhaps because it had yet to adjust to its own strength, every step it took through the void sent spiderweb-like spatial rifts spreading from its foothold. The tremendous noise startled some of those who had stayed behind at the Netherworld Hall rather than joining Medusa's expedition.
Above the boundless Black-Corner Great Plains, an unknown distance from the Netherworld Hall, Hun Changqing stood in the void with his hands behind his back. The Heavenly Demon Puppet hovered beside him.
Not a trace of energy leaked from the Heavenly Demon Puppet now, and it gave off no aura whatsoever. Under Hun Changqing's instructions during their flight, it had already learned to control the energy within its body with ease.
Hun Changqing glanced at the Heavenly Demon Puppet beside him, then lowered his gaze to the dark earth covered in barren mountains. With a thought, he issued the puppet an order.
"Throw a punch."
As Hun Changqing's command reached it, a crimson gleam rose in the Heavenly Demon Puppet's eyes. It clenched its fist, then drove a simple, straight punch toward the mountains.
"Hiss!"
With that punch, the space before the Heavenly Demon Puppet twisted. The air formed a concave arc around its fist, and