Evading Pei Yan's firing line, Shangxing and Zhu Guangyi flanked from both sides, reaching their attack positions within moments. It seemed even the puppet warrior couldn't withstand such a frenzied assault, its form trembling as if preparing to flee.
"Shape!" Zhu Guangyi, unwilling to let it escape, manipulated internal sources, flinging two lumps of gray cement to fix its legs in place. Meanwhile, Shangxing split into three clones, attacking from three directions behind the puppet, each punch causing its protective formation to tremble slightly.
Seeing the puppet besieged from all sides amid a storm of attacks, its protective glow fading, Xia Yu, standing beside Pei Yan, encouraged excitedly, "Keep going! Just a bit more and it won't hold up!"
