The strength of a Foundation Establishment stage puppet is not much different from that of a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, but the strength of a Nascent Soul stage puppet is far inferior to that of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator. First, there is a significant difference in spiritual consciousness. Second, in terms of combat experience and reaction speed, a puppet without consciousness is far inferior to a Nascent Soul stage cultivator who has lived for hundreds or even thousands of years.
Mo Xingjue fought alone against the Nascent Soul stage puppet for more than an hour, sustaining numerous injuries, both major and minor. What troubled him was not the puppet in front of him, but the omnipresent array that was constantly absorbing his spiritual power and life force.
He's about to be drained dry!
Mo Xingjue could see the dim nascent soul within his body, a sign of depleted spiritual energy. In addition, he was dizzy and weak, as if he were about to collapse at any moment.
But he hadn't found Li Ze yet, and he didn't want to die!
A strong will to survive erupted from the depths of Mo Xingjue's heart, which brought him back to his senses. Just then, the Nascent Soul stage puppet's greatsword swept across.
Mo Xingjue abruptly bent backward, and suddenly, everything went black as he collapsed to the ground. At the same time, the puppet, whose attack had missed, reversed its direction mid-air and thrust its blade straight at Mo Xingjue.
clang!
A sword barely managed to block the blade of a Nascent Soul stage demon beast.
"Get out of here!" Li Ze shouted anxiously, knowing he couldn't hold on much longer.
Mo Xingjue was surprised when he heard the voice. Without asking any questions, he seized the opportunity to roll on the spot, then quickly got up and faced the puppet again.
With a bang, Li Ze was punched in the chest by the puppet, and he flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground.
Li Ze groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Li Ze wiped the blood from his mouth and smiled bitterly. The difference between the Foundation Establishment stage and the Nascent Soul stage was too great!
Pfft!
Mo Xingjue was cut again, and the strong smell of blood reached Li Ze's nose, causing his heart to ache suddenly.
No, if this continues, he and Mo Xingjue will both die here.
Li Ze gritted his teeth, seemingly having made a difficult decision in his heart.
The next moment, malevolent energy from all directions converged on Li Ze's body, engulfing him completely. He frantically absorbed the malevolent energy, continuously compressing it within his body—
A loud boom suddenly came from above, and there were faint flashes of lightning. Everyone looked bewildered.
"Did it thunder?"
"It's probably going to rain. Otherwise, someone couldn't possibly be advancing here, since there's no spiritual energy here and the conditions for advancement aren't met."
"If it were an advancement, perhaps we could use the power of the heavenly lightning to break this formation."
"Yes, it would be great if we could advance."
"......."
Everyone looked up at the sky.
Tear—
When the first bolt of lightning struck, the white mist within a three-meter radius of Li Ze instantly dissipated and vanished completely.
The puppet, which had been suppressing Mo Xingjue's one-sided beating, paused, and a hint of fear seemed to flash in its dark eyes.
Mo Xingjue turned his head to look in the direction of the heavenly thunder, his eyes filled with surprise. How did he manage to advance here? Half a year ago, he wasn't even at the Foundation Establishment stage, and now he's advanced to the Golden Core stage?
A host of questions lingered in Mo Xingjue's mind, leaving him completely baffled.
But in any case, the opponent's advancement at this time is a great thing for them.
When the second bolt of lightning struck, there was no longer a trace of white mist within a six-meter radius around Li Ze. Perhaps it was the white mist, or perhaps it was the formation that blocked most of the power of the lightning, but apart from feeling a bit numb, Li Ze had no other discomfort for the time being.
Not far from Li Ze, Mo Xingjue had become a bloody mess, his handsome face now a bloody pulp.
Li Ze narrowed his eyes slightly. As the third bolt of heavenly lightning struck, he leaped up from the ground and pounced on the back of the Nascent Soul stage puppet, tightly hugging its neck.
"Hurry up!" Li Ze shouted to Mo Xingjue again.
Upon hearing this, Mo Xingjue hurriedly retreated, but after only three or four meters, he collapsed to the ground due to exhaustion.
His eyes were fixed on the boy not far away, his heart filled with complex emotions: sadness, gratitude, and bittersweetness...
These emotions mingled together, and tears inexplicably streamed down his face.
How could this boy—
The lightning struck Li Ze and the puppet. Li Ze didn't feel much pain, but the puppet looked like it was burned, with smoke billowing from its body as it struggled violently.
It is said that if the heavenly lightning belonging to this cultivator were to fall on someone else, its power would be a hundred times, or even a thousand times, so when someone advances in cultivation, other cultivators would stay far away.
Li Ze thought that since the puppet was lifeless, the heavenly lightning wouldn't do too much damage to it. But now it seems that the heavenly lightning is more like a lightning strike aimed at the puppet.
This is such a pleasant surprise!
Next, wherever the puppet went, Li Ze followed. Even though he was outmaneuvered countless times, as long as the puppet went to deal with Mo Xingjue, Li Ze would seize the opportunity to pounce on it, hold it firmly, and bathe in the lightning tribulation together with it.
In the end, Mo Xingjue's body was in so much pain that he lost all feeling. He collapsed to the ground, watching the boy rush forward again and again, even knowing that he would be seriously injured, just to draw the heavenly lightning onto the puppet.
He desperately wanted to tell the boy that it was enough, that if he continued, he would get hurt, he would die.
But when he opened his mouth, blood kept gushing out, and he couldn't utter a single sound.
He was not only unable to speak, but he also lacked the strength to move a single finger.
"The white fog is thinning!" Liu Haozhi exclaimed.
"Look over there, there's almost no fog in that area!" a disciple pointed to the spot where the lightning had struck.
"Someone is undergoing a tribulation of lightning!"
"Without spiritual energy, how can he overcome the tribulation? By relying on spirit stones?"
"The spiritual energy within the spirit stone is insufficient for him to overcome the tribulation; this formation will steal away the spiritual energy."
Who is that person?
"It's not one person, it's two people, and a puppet."
Boom—
A bolt of lightning, as thick as an adult's toe, descended from the sky and struck Li Ze and the Nascent Soul stage puppet.
Click!
The faint sound reached the ears of everyone present, who froze, turning their heads sharply to look at the floor beneath their feet.
Something seems to have cracked.
"Was it just my imagination? I think I sensed a trace of spiritual energy just now."
"I felt it too."
"And me too. Not just now, but now too, and the concentration is getting stronger and stronger."
"There was still white mist, but it has dissipated! The formation must have been broken; the heavenly lightning broke it!"
Just then, another bolt of lightning struck, and this time the white mist completely dissipated, revealing the entire cave to everyone.
The crowd looked around, overjoyed, and wept tears of joy.
"Everyone, look over there! It looks like someone."
Not far away, thousands of disciples were piled up together, their faces ashen and devoid of any color.
"Could he be dead?"
"Quickly, check their presence."
"No, they're still alive, they're still breathing, just a very faint breath!"
"Give them pills!"
......
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