Xu Ping's offensive was like a sweeping tide, completely overwhelming the puppet array controlled by Zhuang Hao.
Each punch he threw carried with it endless, powerful energy and a vigorous blood force, akin to a surging fury, fiercely crashing into the puppet array.
Under this storm-like assault, the puppet array retreated in defeat, its previously neat and orderly formation now in disarray, like scattered sands.
At this moment, Yu Wei in the distance was already in a state of shock.
His heart was full of awe: "This... a quasi-Fourth Rank body refining cultivator has such terrifying power?"
"Crack!"
With Xu Ping's relentless and fierce attack, the puppet array finally succumbed, collapsing with a loud crash, scattering into a pile of broken parts across the ground.
Zhuang Hao knew he was beyond salvation.
The previously arrogant and ferocious expression on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by a deep-seated fear.
"Spare me...."
