Li Yun was repeatedly driven backward by the spider puppet's terrifying strength, but every time he was repelled, he immediately rushed back in. His sword left deeper and deeper wounds on the puppet's body, and more cracks spread across its shell.
The Ochre-Robed Holy Envoy's face became uglier and uglier.
At first, he had thought Li Yun was only struggling desperately.
But now, he finally understood.
Li Yun was not being cornered.
He was using his puppet as a benchmark.
He was using a peak 9th level Heavenly Core Realm combatant to temper himself and test his present limits.
"Bastard."
The Ochre-Robed Holy Envoy's face twisted with rage. "You are actually using my puppet as a whetstone."
Li Yun smiled coldly. "You realized it too late."
With a sharp cry, Li Yun's aura climbed even higher.
