Wang Ping was exceptionally calm.
The two puppets beside him were the first to move, but their attacks struck nothing but air. The sharp glint of light passed through the puppets' bodies, then through the killing array of iron bamboo swords. There was no impact, none of the collision he'd expected. The glint was like it didn't exist, a mere projection, as it pierced straight through the dense thicket of blades.
It seemed to have no destructive power, yet Wang Ping's Primordial Spirit could clearly sense its presence. With each inch it drew nearer, he felt his control over the Wood Spirit Qi weaken. If it touched his Spiritual Body, he would likely disintegrate on the spot!
Just as Wang Ping prepared to use his Pocket World Mirror to evade the attack, Liu Huai'en, who was beside him, opened the Sealing Crystal in his right hand. A bizarre, pitch-black creature emerged. It had the head of a falcon, a single eye, four wings, two legs, and a tail like a dog's.
