Chương 1867: Ancient Devil's well

Not only was Yunxiao startled, but Xing Chun also sucked in a cold breath. He felt a heart-shaking force coming at him like a prehistoric beast.

The puppet man's eyes emitted a soul-shaking power that shot directly into his heart. He felt like he was being stared at by a prehistoric beast, and he was already half a step into the gate of hell.

The fear of death struck his heart, causing Xing Chun to instantly recover from the state of Qi deviation. His mind was clear, and the vital Qi in his dantian gushed out wildly. His hands rapidly formed seals, slapping towards that puppet!

The puppet's hand seals were extremely simple. After changing them three times, it drew out a ring of light and charged forward.

"Bang!"

A huge force exploded, but it did not seem to be as terrifying as Xing Chun thought. It was as if he had hit an iron wall. A huge circle of light surrounded the entire fighting arena, shaking him back.