"No ..."
Not far from below the altar, Xiang Jianren was dealing with the talisman puppet entangling him in front of him, but his gaze kept shifting towards the altar above. Seeing that Master Lai Ling was about to foul Chen Tang, his face changed color, and he cried out in horror, "Master, I beg you, spare Young Master Chen!"
"Old fool, how dare you!"
"Release Brother Chen Tang, or I'll kill you ..."
Nangong Aoyue and Shui Qingrou were also furious, roaring loudly. They quickened their pace, ready to rush out, but the two Eighth-Stage talisman puppets in front of them suddenly changed.
"Roar!"
"Roar Roar..."
"Boom!"
The stele shattered, and the talisman puppets, affected by something, stopped in their tracks as if mad, no longer charging towards the Blood Altar but turning around and punching at Nangong Aoyue and Shui Qingrou again.