"Ding!"
The arena was filled with sword shadows, fierce fist shadows and sword light clashing together, bursting into endless sparks. At this moment, Chu Ming was terrifyingly calm. He had been searching for a weakness in the Corpse Puppet. Although the Corpse Puppet was very strong now, it would eventually run out of momentum, and that would be his opportunity to strike back.
"Blood Finger Reaches the Heavens!"
The Corpse Puppet suddenly drew itself back, its arms together, and a bright red glow emanated from its two fingers. A strong scent of blood radiated from its body.
Boom!
A spiral of red light shot out from the Corpse Puppet's fingers, shattering the air, and struck at Chu Ming with thunderous force, arriving in front of him in an instant.
Chu Ming could even smell the blood on it.
"Meteor Sword!"
