The more desperate Ning Zhuo's situation became, the happier Silk Lady was. This meant her chances of success increased.
Ning Zhuo controlled the Mystic Iron Puppet to suddenly squat, then extended its leg for a fierce kick.
The opponent was caught off guard, and the puppet's right knee was kicked outward, making the entire puppet topple to the ground.
"It's over!" The controlling cultivator was instantly filled with despair.
Yet, he didn't receive Ning Zhuo's finishing blow immediately.
He hurriedly braced himself on his left leg, barely managing to stand up, only to see Ning Zhuo controlling the Mystic Iron Puppet to retreat a few steps.
"Could he be a fool, letting me go?" A bizarre thought crossed the cultivator's mind.
In the next moment, Ning Zhuo attacked again.
After several rounds of attack and defense, the cultivator was knocked to the ground once more.
"It's over!" He gritted his teeth, ready to accept the bitter fruit of failure, yet Ning Zhuo's attack came not.
