Time kept passing, and before anyone quite realized it, a full month had gone by since Li Yun entered the Puppetwood Corridor.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Inside a narrow stone passage, eighty-one wooden puppets filled nearly every available space, their positions locked into an extraordinarily complicated formation. Li Yun's figure darted rapidly between them, and at this moment he stood only a few dozen yards from the exit.
Boom!
All eighty-one puppets suddenly attacked faster, striking at the same instant. Despite fighting in such a cramped passage, their movements never interfered with one another in the slightest, and every attack complemented the rest perfectly.
"Sword Control Art."
