Gu Buxiu's remaining eye twitched as he stared at Long Qingxuan. Just moments ago, he had been toying with Lan Qinghe like a cat with a mouse. Now, his entire corpse army had been reduced to ashes with a single strike.
"You..." His voice came out as a rasp. "Back in the God Tomb, you were nothing but an ant beneath my feet!"
Long Qingxuan didn't respond. She simply took a step forward.
Gu Buxiu snarled and raised both hands.
"Come out!"
The earth trembled as thousands of new puppets erupted from the ground - ancient emperors, legendary warriors, even fallen gods whose bodies he had collected over millennia. Each corpse radiated terrifying power, their eyes glowing with cursed energy.
Long Qingxuan didn't slow her pace.
The mark between her brows - the God Mark of Light inherited from her mother, the Dragon Queen of Light - began to glow. A brilliant white radiance erupted from her body, so pure it made the sun look dim in comparison.
The first wave of puppets reached her -
