More than ten minutes later, on the arena, only the huffing and puffing breaths of Chu Yi remained.
In the middle of the arena was a large pit.
This large pit was created by Chu Yi and Feng Ying together.
Currently, Feng Ying lay silently in the pit, beyond recognition. Where could one see even a trace of its previous appearance?
If it had not been for having seen Feng Ying before, everyone would probably think of nothing but scrap metal now, right?
Seeing Feng Ying in such a state, Chu Yi, holding three Spirit Talismans, actually felt a hint of pity.
"Sigh, if I had known I could have been a bit gentler. After all, it was also framed by someone."
"What are you talking about?"
Chu Ruolin had come to his side and, hearing Chu Yi muttering to himself, snorted discontentedly.
Chu Yi revealed a satisfied smile: "Isn't what I said the truth? You treat Puppets too cruelly."
"It's still you who are cruel, look, does Feng Ying retain any bit of its original appearance?"
