Chen Qing steadied himself, his Diancang Spear a blur of motion. He pushed the defensive stance of the Mountain Prison-Suppression Spear to its absolute limit. The afterimages of his spear formed a mountain-like barrier, solid and imposing, repeatedly parrying the heavy axe's chops and the heavy sword's slams.
At the same time, the swift thrusts of the Mountain-Splitting Thunder Shock Spear flashed out intermittently. Like sudden peals of thunder, they forced back the twin-halberd Puppet that was trying to close in for a melee.
For a moment, the stone chamber was filled with nothing but the sounds of violent collisions and the howl of powerful winds.
Chen Qing fought on the retreat, carefully observing the operational patterns of the three Puppets' battle Array.
The auras of the three were linked, and the flow of their True Astral seemed to form a subtle cycle, reducing their energy consumption and granting them greater endurance.
