Clang, clang, clang!0

Yue Hongling’s sword danced like a dragon, weaving through the Black Hmong King’s hulking figure as she repeatedly probed for the location of its soul fire.0

Blood was already trickling from the corner of her lips. Even a casual punch from the other party, if she failed to fully dodge, left her shaken. Simply blocking the blow resulted in internal injuries, and any collision with the rocky surroundings made her feel as if her bones were shattering.0

What frustrated her most was that, despite risking everything to locate its soul fire for a decisive strike, she still could not find it.0

The Black Hmong King was different from any corpse puppet she had encountered before.0

Could it be that it doesn’t possess a soul fire at all? But if that’s the case, how’s it moving around on its own?0

Adding to her confusion, the Black Hmong King was noticeably slower and no longer showed any desire to charge toward Taoyuan Town. The signs were clear—the one controlling it had completely withdrawn their focus from this battlefield, likely pouring all their energy into...0