"Little brat, give up."
Yin Wujiang's voice came from outside the cage, tinged with a bit of smugness, "You are not my opponents. Surrender quietly, and I may spare your lives."
"Dream on!"
Yang Cheng gritted his teeth, the Moon Golden Wheel flew out, aiming straight for the throat of one of the puppets.
The blade severed the puppet's neck, but it only paused for a moment before continuing to lunge at the two, its head tilted to one side, looking especially bizarre.
"It's useless, puppets have no fatal weaknesses unless they're completely shattered."
Feng Jiuge said solemnly.
Yang Cheng's heart sank, completely shattered? That's easier said than done!
These puppets' bodies are reinforced by Evil Technique, harder than steel, requiring a large amount of True Qi to shatter them.
Meanwhile, they are trapped in the Blood Refining Cage, also needing to deal with its constantly shrinking confines, making the situation increasingly dangerous.
