"Ding ding ding!" Yue Hongling's sword moved like a swimming dragon, probing around the Black Miao King, trying to locate his soul fire.
Blood had already trickled from the corner of her mouth. A casual punch from her opponent caused internal injuries if she didn't dodge in time, and even blocking it would send her crashing painfully against the nearby rocks like a broken doll.
What was even more frustrating was that despite risking her life to quickly locate his soul fire, she still couldn't find it. It was as if it wasn't there.
Was this corpse puppet different from what she knew? Did it not have a soul fire?
How then did it operate autonomously?
Moreover, its reactions were slower than before, and it no longer acted crazed about going to Taoyuan Town. Clearly, the person controlling it had given up even partially focusing here, evidently occupied with battling someone else. That someone, ninety-nine percent sure, was Zhao Changhe.
