"Hahaha, Hun Xingying, don't let me return to the Immortal Soul Clan alive, or else your day of death will come!"
Lu Ren laughed loudly as his entire body flew backward without end, a triumphant look appearing on his face. In the end, he flew straight into the Spatial Rift.
"You think you can escape my pursuit? Demon Puppet, go! Kill him for me!"
With a wave of Hun Xingying's arm, a tall puppet appeared, looking almost no different from a human cultivator.
This was a Demon Puppet, one refined by Hun Xingying. It possessed the strength of an Eternal-Tier Immortal, and its defenses were even more formidable.
An ordinary Eternal-Tier Immortal would find it extremely troublesome once targeted by this Demon Puppet, let alone Lu Ren, who had already suffered severe injuries.
Then, with a grasp of her hand, she seized the blood Lu Ren had just spat out and pressed it onto the Demon Puppet's brow.
The Demon Puppet's tightly shut eyes slowly opened, its pitch-black pupils turning murderous. With a leap, it pursued Lu Ren.
As the Spatial Rift slowly closed, an exceedingly gloomy expression appeared on Hun Xingying's face.
"This brat actually has so many trump cards. Damn it!"
Hun Xingying clenched her fists tightly, her nails piercing her palms and drawing blood.
She had never expected that she, a dignified Second Shattered Realm expert, would fail to kill Lu Ren personally.
She did not dare imagine the consequences of that failure.
"Hun Xingying, your Demon Puppet may not necessarily be able to kill him. If he can return alive from the Dao One Immortal Realm, how will you deal with him then?"
That sinister voice echoed in her mind once more.
"If he can return, it does not mean I cannot deal with him. Will