The sword blade slashed down directly; in the eyes of the Wooden Bird Puppet adorned with crystals, a somewhat human-like fear actually emerged.
With a crack, it split cleanly like an axe chopping wood.
The imposing Wooden Bird Puppet was effortlessly split and was then devoured by the Red Gold Flame.
"..."
Mu Song Zhenren stared dumbfounded at the sky. He was indeed prepared to lose this precious magic artifact, but it should not have been split apart like a pile of rotten wood, rendered utterly useless.
In the next moment, a trace of fear suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"Stop setting up the formation!"
Yue Xing Zhenren shouted in a low voice, without hesitation, she threw away the Warm Jade in her hand and quickly drew a silk cover from her storage treasure, wrapping herself tightly.
Sure enough, the Dharma Aspect was already shaking the Treasure Bell in its hand.
