The humming vibrations continuously stimulated Wang Jixuan's eardrums.
The large array, with the Heavenly Dao Stele as an aid, was accelerating its contraction.
Master Wang had already discovered;
Before he could think of a countermeasure, his Foreign Soul Puppet would be trapped in a narrow range by this array.
Crackle——
The deep purple Thunder Whip lashed down repeatedly;
Wang Jixuan's Foreign Soul Puppet dodged left and right, but even though it left a series of residual images in the air, it still couldn't escape the strikes of that Thunder Whip.
Another loud cracking sound echoed.
The Foreign Soul Puppet was struck downward, falling dozens of feet, with a large spray of blood mist erupting from its body.
A loud laugh came from above, "Hahaha! You demon! Now exhausted of tricks, why not submit promptly!"
The two side heads of the Puppet's three heads looked backward simultaneously.
The laughter abruptly stopped, turning into a cold snort.
