The silhouette of the Corpse Puppet stopped for a moment. Its scarlet eyes flashed past with a look of hesitation as it looked at He Xiangyu, stunned. Since it had appeared, it had been invincible. No one was a match for it.
Now, though, there was someone who could block it, causing it to be stunned subconsciously from its conditioned reflex.
However, it was only for an instant. The Corpse Puppet then roared angrily. Its silhouette became a blood-red whirlwind, furiously flying towards He Xiangyu. At this moment, the Corpse Puppet had given up on Bu Zhangkun, turning its sights onto He Xiangyu. It seemed that at this moment it was more interested in He Xiangyu.