Whoosh...
Wang Ying drove the fellow back with a slash.
But the puppet refused to give up. It circled in the air, its cold, hollow eye sockets fixed on Yang Yong as it locked onto its prey.
After the first came a second, then a third.
More flying puppets were drawn over, circling overhead, taking Yang Yong as their target and waiting for a chance to strike.
Wang Ying had to divide her attention between attacking the tree wall and protecting Yang Yong.
"Yang Yong? What's wrong?"
She found a moment to ask.
He could tell that Yang Yong's condition looked less like something was wrong and more like he was... preparing a big move.
Sure enough, Yang Yong did not open his eyes. Only his lips moved slightly. "Wang Ying, buy me thirty seconds."
Wang Ying froze. "You still have a trump card?"
Yang Yong nodded.
"All right!"
Wang Ying simply abandoned her attack on the tree wall, turning with her blade held across her body to guard Yang Yong.
The moment she pulled back, the flying puppets circling overhead ran into terrible trouble.
Before, Wang Ying had only been swinging casually, and they had barely managed to dodge.
Now that Wang Ying was focused on dealing with them, it was an entirely different level.
Wherever her gaze fell, a slash followed.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Five slashes erupted at different positions simultaneously, precisely severing five heads.
Some had wings on their backs, some floated motionlessly, and some leaped rapidly through the air. All were beheaded with a single slash, their bodies crashing to the ground with heavy thuds.
Wang Ying withdrew her blade in satisfaction.
The next second, the satisfaction froze on her face.
Because...
Those headless corpses climbed back up.
Green shoots were emerging from the