The Gate of Demonic Realm 3

A sharp pain pierced through Ouyang Xueqing's shoulder as she moved to her side to dodge the oncoming attack. The scent of blood permeated through the air. She panted, hands clutching her dislocated shoulder. Even in the face of six puppets, she didn't cower a bit. "What? You can't kill me and now you want to defeat me by numbers?"

Ever since yesterday, the two sides had been fighting nonstop.

Ren Chenghao's patience seemed like it had grown thin. Seeing that none of the puppets returned alive, he had ordered ten puppets to hunt her down at once.

The ground where Ouyang Xueqing stood was littered with four puppets, and in front of her, there were still another six.