"What the hell is this thing? Why isn't it affected by Magic?"
Bai Ningshuang's expression faltered, and he was thrown into disarray.
The Cold Ice Magic he cultivated had little effect on the Bronze Puppet. He hurriedly summoned a shield and used his Body Technique to barely hold his ground against it.
Just then, the Bronze Puppet erupted in a sudden attack.
Bai Ningshuang couldn't dodge in time and was about to be grievously wounded by the Bronze Puppet.
"Against puppets, you have to strike their joints and core! Magic is useless against them!"
With a great shout, a short sword slid from Junior Martial Uncle Han's sleeve into his hand. He parried the Bronze Puppet, narrowly rescuing Bai Ningshuang.
Then, moving like a phantom, Junior Martial Uncle Han flashed behind the Bronze Puppet. The tip of his sword plunged precisely into a seam at the back of its neck.
The Bronze Puppet instantly froze. The red light in its eyes died out, and it crashed to the ground.
