Her waist-length hair had been carelessly shorn off mid-length, looking as jagged as if gnawed by a dog, and her robes were tattered and blackened.
Jiang Qingyu had no time for such details; she only knew the twenty-fifth heavenly tribulation lightning bolt was next. Her defensive artifacts had all been shattered. Of the final three strikes, one had to be endured head-on, while the last two were meant for marrow cleansing.
Tang Yuan stood near the edge of a small hill, clutching a puppet doll tightly in his hand. If his junior sister couldn't hold on, he would throw this puppet out. During the month and a half he had spent in Nishang Fenghua, he hadn't just been meditating; this puppet had been crafted during that period, though it had yet to be infused with a soul and showed no signs of life. The highest form of a puppet could serve as a body double. He had prepared this specifically for Jiang Qingyu, intending to infuse it with spirit after returning to the sect, upgrading its defensive capabilities, and giving it to her as a birthday gift. However, the intensity of this tribulation was overwhelming; even in its semi-finished state, the puppet was more than capable of intercepting a strike as a defensive artifact.
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