The two stone puppets snapped their heads left and right, the crimson flames in their hollow sockets flaring frantically as they sought their lost target.
In the next microsecond, a sharp gust of displaced wind tore between them.
Shen Yu materialized directly behind the grounded puppet like an ethereal phantom, his pitch-black spear already thrusting forward in a lethal, concentrated strike.
The constructs' combat runes flashed as they registered the spatial disturbance behind them, attempting to pivot, yet their petrified joints were far too slow.
CRACK— KABOOM!
The celestial Qi-infused spearhead drove straight through the puppet's spinal column, obliterating the core matrix nestled between its shoulder blades.
The concentrated golden-pink energy detonated violently from the inside, sending cracks spider-webbing across its stone torso before the puppet could even complete its turn.
Instantly, the surviving puppet reacted with unyielding ferocity.
