Zhaang Ye passed the second Puppet and raced forward. After traveling over nine hundred zhang, he heard a tremendous BOOM in the distance—even louder than the sound he had made when he struck the Puppet earlier. The terrifying shockwave was so powerful that it sent the clouds and mist below the path churning violently.
'Hmm? What terrifying strength!' Zhaang Ye's heart stirred. He strained his eyes to look and saw Situ Houtu, dressed in gray, flying backward in retreat on another path several hundred zhang away. Standing before him was a Puppet bathed in a hazy gray light.
Seeing Situ Houtu, a flicker of joy ignited in Zhaang Ye's heart.
Situ Houtu's strength was unfathomably deep, and his Body Technique was simply divine. After passing through the monstrous ants' nest, Zhaang Ye had chased him frantically, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even catch a glimpse of the man. To think that this very same Situ Houtu was now being held up by the third Puppet on the path.
