"Roar...."
The puppet's fingernails were embedded in the trunk, and it couldn't pull them out for the moment; all it could do was to emit a furious and restless roar.
F*ck....
The elder in the black robe furrowed his brow and didn't dare to blow the whistle to force the puppet to pull out its nails, for fear that its hands would be completely ruined.
As his expression shifted uncertainly, Qin Yu had already reached him.
Leaping high, he brought his blade down upon the elder's head.
Whoosh....
The blade was incredibly powerful, with Qin Yu practically using all his strength.
He knew he only had one chance; once the puppet broke free from the tree trunk, he'd be in trouble, so he had to finish the fight quickly.
"Damn...."
The flute in the hands of the elder in the black robe appeared to be his weapon. Blowing hard at Qin Yu, several poison needles glowing with a blue light were flung at him.
Crack...
Spurt.....