All these actions seem simple, but they took place in just one second. Even Zhang Po off the stage didn't see the actions of the clay figure captain clearly. If he hadn't been able to clearly sense the Qi of the clay figure captain, he would have thought that the clay figure captain had been taken down by Li Huoke in one hit.
"Hmph, petty tricks." Li Huoke snorted coldly, discarded the protection on his body, and swung his sword single-handedly. The great sword, taller than a man, was wielded as if it were an extension of his arm, with a whistling gale, rushing toward the clay figure captain again.
The clay figure captain, who almost suffered a setback, saw Li Huoke launch another attack and naturally dared not be negligent. He suddenly sprang up, lightly tapping the air a few times, each time creating a clump of clay under his heel to gain momentum. After a few tries, the clay figure captain reached the same height as Li Huoke, aiming to dodge this top-down strike.
