They gathered together, resembling a blazing fire cloud, with blazing heat and the sharp chirps of insects, rushing fiercely towards the attacking puppets.
The sharp chirping resounded, vibrating painfully in one's eardrums, as if piercing through a person's soul.
"Third-rank Middle Grade great demon?"
"Swarm of insects?"
Witnessing this sudden scene, Gu Yuntao's pupils slightly contracted, a wave of confusion rising in his heart: "Could it be that this person truly is not from the Seed Puppet Sect?"
The methods exhibited by this person had no connection to the styles of the Seed Puppet Sect, and were significantly different from those of the Wind Country people he was familiar with.
Before Gu Yuntao could delve deeper into thought, he saw Xu Ping holding his Magical Treasure Wooden Sword, his figure flickering, unleashing a powerful aura in an instant.
Immediately following, he decisively struck with his sword, every movement crisp and effortlessly clean.
