Inside Yang Fei's body, Turtle Extreme operated to its limit, maintaining a thread of clarity in his brain.
His body dodged and weaved between the twin daggers purely by instinct.
Under the water-like moonlight, the Puppet King's daggers flashed with specks of cold light.
It was like dozens of fireflies flitting up and down, surrounding Yang Fei.
Chi!
In a moment of carelessness, Yang Fei was nicked on the shoulder by the Puppet King's dagger.
His clothes were torn, leaving behind a trail of blood.
The Puppet King's small frame, like a coiled snake on the ground, hissed slightly.
He crossed his daggers, and with a long tongue, he licked the blood off the blade.
Under the moonlight, the Puppet King's face was covered with a malevolent smile.
Yang Fei slowly composed himself and circulated the Turtle Extreme within his body.
At the same time, he activated Extreme Tiger, and a fierce and violent aura rose from him.
The Puppet King was startled.
