Whoosh!
With the help of the hall masters from the Seventy-Two Sub-Halls, Wang Xu entered the Teleportation Hall smoothly.
Buzz~~buzz~~~
As soon as he entered the hall, two Black Smoke Puppets swung their sixteen massive arms, attacking Wang Xu.
"Courting death!"
Wang Xu snorted coldly, and the seventy-two Golden Swords under his feet flared, his figure instantly teleporting behind one of the Black Smoke Puppets.
Bang!
This particular Black Smoke Puppet wasn't crudely made; it only lost four arms under Wang Xu's blow.
But four arms were enough to seal its fate. Wang Xu unhesitatingly delivered another slash, destroying its remaining four arms.
The other Black Smoke Puppet seized the opportunity to attack Wang Xu.
But just as its eight arms lifted, Wang Xu's figure was already behind it.
"Too slow!"
In the blink of an eye, Wang Xu dismantled all sixteen arms of the two Black Smoke Puppets.
Without its arms, the Black Smoke Puppet was entirely stripped of its attack power.
