Dharma (2)

"He's still alive?"

Mei Wuyan's gaze landed on the Great Puppet and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He did not know how many punches he had thrown. Even the Great Puppet's Dharma body had been shattered by him.

The surroundings seemed bombarded by missiles. Both the houses and the ground were utterly shattered.

There was a huge pit on the ground.

Mei Wuyan's expression was calm. He put away the Golden Sand Ancestral Body and reverted to his original size. As for his appearance, he still looked like the Golden Sand race.

The golden sand wings on his back flapped. At the next second, he landed beside the Great Puppet. Looking at the Great Puppet that was covered in cracks and sensing that its life force was gradually depleting, Mei Wuyan moved his finger.

The golden sand sword appeared again.

Pffft!

Without any hesitation, he stabbed the golden sand sword into the Great Puppet's chest.