The sand not only was poisonous, but also clumped together to form a rigid shell, greatly limiting the Mirror Ghost’s movents, shackling it in place like fetters.
The Chamber of Comrce woman couldn’t kill the Mirror Ghost, but she could restrict its movents temporarily. After all, controlling a puppet requires human intervention, and her real target was Yang Xiao, who was controlling the Mirror Ghost.
Yang Xiao honed his skills in countless life-and-death battles, his combat response was already swift. Through the guidance of the old dean Sheng Yanlin from Yiling Academy, he imdiately thought of a way to break free. With a flip of his hand, a lantern emitting an eerie green light appeared in his grasp.
As the green light enveloped the Mirror Ghost completely, the Chamber of Comrce woman, encased in the sandstorm, widened her eyes involuntarily. She could sense the terrifying speed at which the black sand grains imprisoning this puppet were disintegrating.
"A Magic Artifact with dispel capabilities?" the Chamber of Comrce man was also taken aback, his gaze fixed on the Ghost Lantern in Yang Xiao’s hand.
Under the effect of the green light, the sand blocks that had previously ford into a solid mass disintegrated and crumbled, sliding down the cracks of the Demon Sect armor, and before they touched the ground, they dissolved into black smoke and vanished.
Upon neutralizing part of the sand blocks, the Mirror Ghost clenched its fist and jerked violently, causing the remaining sand blocks to shatter.
Freed from its constraints, the Mirror Ghost suddenly lifted its head, glancing at the woman at the center of the sandstorm, and with a fierce stomp on the ground, charged towards the woman within the sandstorm.
Facing the Mirror Ghost’s assault, the Chamber of Comrce woman grew serious, casting countless sand blades towards the Mirror Ghost. However, the Mirror Ghost didn’t evade, raised its arm to shield its head and face, and rushed forward. The sand blades, capable of slicing through waist-thick objects, now seed to strike on steel, completely unable to pierce its defense, only slightly slowing the Mirror Ghost’s speed.
After a brief clash, the Chamber of Comrce woman realized the issue lay with the black armor on the puppet’s body. This armor held great mystery, at least an Upper Ghost Level magical artifact, maximized in defense capabilities.
At this mont, the woman no longer dared to underestimate Yang Xiao. For soone to be willing to equip a puppet with such a fine magical artifact, who knows what other treasures this kid might have.
Moreover, this puppet itself was a valuable treasure, certainly not inferior to a top-level Upper Ghost Level artifact, perhaps even surpassing that.
In the woman’s mind, only those Netherworld Envoys might possess such fine items.
But now it was too late to say anything; she was already struggling against this puppet, not to ntion having to keep an eye on the kid controlling the puppet.
The Chamber of Comrce woman furrowed her brows. In her view, the puppet’s left hand held a rusted kitchen knife, poised to co at her desperately.
"Stop standing around!" the woman in the sandstorm yelled out, "Get moving!"
Upon hearing, the Chamber of Comrce companion observing leaned over towards Yang Xiao, "Sorry, young brother!"
The Chamber of Comrce man didn’t seem to take action, but the next second, the black sandstorm’s range suddenly expanded, filling up the ample space of the room entirely within a few blinks. Black sand grains swirled and hovered, obstructing vision and making visibility extrely poor.
But as the Ghost Lantern lit up, the surrounding black sandstorm lted away like snow, vanishing instantly. Yang Xiao controlled the Ghost Lantern, forming a safety zone with a radius of about 3 ters around him.
With the Ghost Lantern in hand, he was confident he could completely dispel this black sandstorm, but it wasn’t necessary; it would consu enormous spiritual strength.
"Young brother, I’m going to attack now." The Chamber of Comrce man’s warning voice sounded from within the black sandstorm.
Fairly speaking, Yang Xiao had a good impression of the two people from the Chamber of Comrce — their thods aside, their character was comndable. Before making a move, they would always notify him, not a single one resorted to sneaky, underhanded tactics.
Of course, this might be because the Yi Sect elder was watching from the side.
After all, the employer who hired them was present, they dared not act too recklessly.
"Brother, attack quickly!" Yang Xiao straightened his back, exuding the deanor of an expert.
"Alright!"
"Alright!"
"Alright!"
In an instant, several voices echoed from the black sandstorm surrounding Yang Xiao, all belonging to the Chamber of Comrce man, already encircling him.
Soon after, gushing water sounds reached Yang Xiao’s ears, as if countless streams were converging here. Yang Xiao quickly discerned that the ground near him was already flooded. The waters slowly flowed, but like the black sandstorm, they were blocked a short distance away by the green light of the Ghost Lantern.
The green light of the Ghost Lantern erected a protective barrier for Yang Xiao, halting the invasion of the water flow and the black sandstorm.
However, with the addition of the water flow, the green scope of the Ghost Lantern beca further compressed, maintaining only a radius just over 2 ters centered on Yang Xiao.
"Sure enough, the intensity of spiritual power isn’t enough. If it were Second Demon Uncle or Dean Sheng using the Ghost Lantern, the water and sandstorm would be dispelled instantly," Yang Xiao sighed internally, reinforcing his resolve to train in the Secret Realm.
"Swoosh!"
A splash of water sounded behind him, Yang Xiao swiftly drew the Ghost Bamboo Stick to confront the enemy. The Chamber of Comrce man appeared behind him unexpectedly, swinging a long sword down at him. Though the attack was unexpected, it wasn’t sharp and was easily neutralized by Yang Xiao.
The collision of their magical artifacts produced a crisp "hum" sound; given this wasn’t a life-or-death battle, both sides held back. Yang Xiao didn’t infuse too much spiritual power into the Ghost Bamboo Stick, and neither did his opponent.
The Chamber of Comrce man swiftly retreated back into the sandstorm after the unsuccessful strike, which was soon followed by a splash sound, as if soone fell into the water.
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