Xuan Yi's body swayed as he retreated a thousand feet.
At this moment, the puppet charged forward once again.
Xuan Yi's pupils constricted as he had a quick thought to protect the spiritual essence.
At this moment, it had already turned into a protective armor with a faint red glow.
Xuan Yi shook the long sword in his hand and sword rays turned into a sword rain that filled the sky.
The trajectory of the sword rain contained endless mysteries. Each sword shadow was the combination of a supreme sword move.
Xuan Yi flipped his palm and swung his sword. A ray of sword energy whistled out and charged toward the puppet.
The puppet raised the long spear in its hand and blocked Xuan Yi's sword energy.
Xuan Yi's body turned in the air, and his body flipped. The long sword in his hand swung out again, and countless sword energy turned into a huge vortex in the air.
The puppet had actually charged into the whirlpool.