Chapter 970: Holding the Fort

Hei Da raised both hands up into the air as he spoke, and a series of flashing silver patterns appeared over the body of the silver panther puppet.

"This light barrier is too resilient for our puppets to break through on their own," Zhuo Fa said as he raised a hand to stop Hei Da.

"What do we do then?" Hei Da asked with tightly furrowed brows.

"Don't worry, our puppets may not be able to break this restriction, but we have another trump card up our sleeves. This must be why City Lord Sha left the Gold-Winged Falcon puppet behind for us," Zhuo Fa said as he turned to the Gold-Winged Falcon.

Right at this moment, a cold harrumph suddenly rang out beside his ears, and he let loose an involuntary cry of pain as he reflexively threw his hands over his own head.

At the same time, several translucent chains shot out of the array, reaching Zhuo Fa in the blink of an eye, yet right as they were about to vanish into his head, dozens of near-transparent thin threads abruptly shot out of his glabella before wrapping themselves around the oncoming translucent chains.

The translucent chains were instantly stopped cold in their tracks, but the chains were far thicker and more powerful than the translucent threads, so they were able to continue inching forward through the resistance.

However, this brief window of respite was all that was required for Zhuo Fa to recover from the effects of Han Li's Spirit Stun Thorn, and he leaped up from his giant wolf puppet before rushing away into the distance as he sneered, "Looks like you must not have much experience in facing us Puppet City cultivators in battle. Otherwise, you'd know that a spiritual attack of this caliber wouldn't pose any threat to us."

Hei Da also immediately retreated into the distance with Zhuo Fa, while Han Li made a hand seal from within the Weeping Blood Array, and his spiritual sense chains struggled free from the translucent threads before flying back to him.

After that, Han Li took a deep breath and continued to focus on channeling his Heavenly Baleful Purgatory Arts.

During this brief period of time, he had opened close to thirty more profound acupoints.

Zhuo Fa flew onto the Gold-Winged Falcon in the blink of an eye, and a series of translucent threads shot out of his fingertips before vanishing into the puppet's body.

Meanwhile, Hei Da was standing in front of the Gold-Winged Falcon, observing the Weeping Blood Array from afar with a wary look on his face.

Some of the black light was still lingering on the surface of the Gold-Winged Falcon's body, but it had stopped proliferating.

A burst of radiant golden light appeared over the Gold-Winged Falcon's body at Zhuo Fa's behest, and the golden light began to retaliate against the black light.

As a result, the black light began to dissipate, but at a very slow rate.

A hint of impatience flashed through Zhou Fa's eyes as he pulled out the black bone sword that he had just taken from Sun Tu before slashing it through the air.

The feline projection reappeared, but it was looking far fainter than before, and it also seemed to be quite lazy and reluctant to move.

Zhuo Fa harrumphed coldly upon seeing this, and several translucent threads shot out of the palm of his hand before vanishing into the hilt of the sword, and only then did the feline projection spring into action, opening its mouth to devour the black light on the Gold-Winged Falcon's body.

With the feline projection working in conjunction with the golden light radiating from the Gold-Winged Falcon's body, the black light was quickly eradicated, and the Gold-Winged Falcon immediately spread its wings and flew up into the air, then darted around in the hall at an astonishing speed, easily leaving dozens of afterimages in its wake.

Zhuo Fa heaved a long sigh of relief, then cast his gaze toward the Weeping Blood Array, and the Gold-Winged Falcon immediately pounced down upon the array once again at his behest.

However, this time, instead of attacking with its beak, the Gold-Winged Falcon kept its distance and flapped its wings vigorously, sending countless golden feathers raining down upon the crimson light barrier.

Han Li's expression darkened slightly upon seeing this.

At this moment, there weren't many resources that he could draw upon while inside the array. If Zhuo Fa were near the array, then he would be able to retaliate, but if Zhuo Fa kept his distance and attacked from afar, then there was nothing that Han Li could do.

In the end, Han Li had no choice but to bolster the crimson light barrier even further in an attempt to keep out the golden feathers.

A string of resounding booms rang out, and the crimson light barrier trembled violently while being rapidly whittled down.

At the same time, Hei Da also began unleashing long-range attacks with his silver panther puppet to assist Zhuo Fa.

The crimson light barrier was whittled down further and further, and it didn't take long before it was finally shattered, upon which the torrential barrage of golden feathers rained down onto the array.

These golden feathers were astonishingly powerful, decimating most of the array with ease.

What remained of the array shuddered violently as a series of giant bulges appeared on its surface before exploding violently, and the entire array was completely destroyed, sending formidable crimson shockwaves erupting in all directions.

Even though Zhuo Fa and Hei Da were situated quite far away, they were still swept up by the crimson shockwaves, forcing them into retreat along with their puppets.

Zhuo Fa frantically made a string of hand seals to try and stabilize the Gold-Winged Falcon, but before he was able to do so, a radiant, white figure suddenly shot out of the crimson shockwaves up ahead before throwing an almighty punch at Zhuo Fa.

The fist was imbued with tremendous power, leaving a clear white mark in the space in its wake.

Zhuo Fa's expression changed drastically upon seeing this, and he hurriedly darted back in retreat, abandoning the Gold-Winged Falcon in the process.

At the same time, a thick pillar of white light erupted out of the sole of each of his feet, enhancing his speed even further, and only then was he just barely able to dodge the oncoming punch.

The figure harrumphed coldly as he stomped down onto the Gold-Winged Falcon's back, and a dull thud rang out as the Gold-Winged Falcon was sent plummeting to the ground like an asteroid.

By using the Gold-Winged Falcon as a launching pad, the white figure was able to achieve extraordinary acceleration, reaching Zhuo Fa in the blink of an eye.

A panicked look appeared on Zhuo Fa's face as eight streaks of black light shot out of his spinal column, resembling a full set of spider legs.

Each leg was around twenty to thirty feet in length, with sharp black tips that were giving off a menacing gleam, and the eight legs pierced rapidly at the white figure in unison.