Mo Yunhan clenched his hands tightly, then suddenly felt a violent tremor in his chest.
"This is bad! Since they don't want the Nine Dragons Formation to be restored, they certainly won't let Jiang Qingwan go."
He used his lightness skill to quickly dart down the mountain.
Night Seven also shouted that something was wrong.
"It's a diversionary tactic, those scoundrels!"
Although the Xuanling Mountain Guardians are not strong in combat, they outnumber the others and are far more durable than the people they brought with them.
Now that they have been slaughtered, wouldn't things be even worse for Jiang Qingwan?
The two returned to the outside of the Guardian Camp as quickly as possible.
I was just about to go there.
Suddenly, I sensed a strong killing intent.
The two quickly engaged in battle.
Suddenly, a gust of wind came.
Eight iron puppets surrounded the two of them.
The puppet's feet were equipped with some kind of mechanism, which made it slide extremely fast. The surrounding area was so tight that there was no way to escape.
Knowing that Mo Yunhan was worried about Jiang Qingwan, Ye Qi wielded his long sword and slashed fiercely at the puppet.
The puppet was made entirely of refined iron, but thanks to its powerful internal energy and sword aura, it wasn't truly indestructible.
But just as the sword energy was about to approach, the puppet activated another mechanism.
Several slender iron needles pierced through rapidly.
The distance was too short, and even with Ye Qi's swift withdrawal of his sword, two iron needles still pierced his shoulder.
The iron needle was unusually strange. After it pierced through, it opened up like a small umbrella. Every part of the umbrella had barbs. It pierced into the flesh and was then pulled back by a tungsten wire as thin as a hair. It actually pulled out several pieces of flesh from the shoulder.
Ye Qi cried out in pain.
"Your Highness, be careful of the traps inside the doll!"
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes.
"I'd like to see how many needles you can shoot, Your Highness. I'll break the deadlock; you can charge out now."
After he finished speaking, he launched another attack.
Although the puppet spun quickly, he still managed to accurately predict the needle that had just been shot out.
The longsword slashed down fiercely once more.
The doll's chest area snapped open with a click.
A black, thumb-sized iron cylinder, sparking with fire, protruded.
It's gunpowder!
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