Chen Yan looked at Ouyang and asked, "Have you recovered your energy?"
Chen Yan sighed, "Do you know why I wasted so much time talking to him? It was to buy you some time to recover your energy!"
Then he frowned and said, "Don’t tell me you’re running on empty? You’re an Inspector."
"...I’m just an intern assistant." Ouyang replied in a low voice, but his expression became resolute, and he said in a deep voice, "Don’t worry, I still have my ultimate move!"
"What? You want me to handle it alone?"
"I’m not an inspector." Chen Yan rolled his eyes, "You’ve been in this world long enough. When you encounter a villain, if the police don’t step in, do you expect an ordinary citizen to rush in?"
Ouyang glared at Chen Yan—it made too much sense!
Although Ouyang’s robe, which could transform into an Immortal Soldier, was damaged, he suddenly raised his hand and cut a handful of his hair! With a focused look in his eyes, he bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the hair in his hand!
"Immortal Suppression! Please!!"
The blood on the hair immediately ignited, turning into clusters of golden light that Ouyang scattered on the ground, which then transformed into golden, semi-transparent soldiers!
His robe had only turned into one before, but now his handful of hair created roughly twenty to thirty!
"Now that’s an ultimate move!" Chen Yan nodded in satisfaction.
"It’s not that simple. The soldiers created by the hair are one-time use only, unlike the robe’s soldiers that can reform multiple times!"
Ouyang floated in mid-air, sitting cross-legged, his hands forming seals as he shouted, "Wang Chuyi! Don’t just stand there! You have your ultimate move too, right? I think this guy is tough, and I might not be able to handle him alone!"
Then, Ouyang pointed his index finger at the white puppet and shouted, "Demon Suppression!"
Over twenty golden soldiers charged forward with weapons held high!
The soldier at the front wielded a long, golden blade, slashing down at the white puppet, which immediately erupted with a mass of dense Primordial Qi!
The golden soldier was shattered into pieces by the shockwave of Primordial Qi!
A pained expression crossed Ouyang’s face as he looked even more exhausted.
Chen Yan grabbed Chu Keqing and the girl with long black hair and quickly retreated.
"This guy has no flesh and blood; your abilities are useless here, get to safety!" Chen Yan said quickly to the girl with long black hair, then turned to Chu Keqing, "You too! Hide in the corner."
At this moment, two more golden soldiers attacked the white puppet but were also shattered shortly after.
The white puppet seemed to be pushed back a few steps, its form visibly cracking under the impact of the Primordial Qi.
"It’s working! Keep attacking it!" Chen Yan shouted.
Without needing further instructions, Ouyang took a deep breath, mustering his strength to command the remaining golden soldiers to charge in.
The white puppet seemed incapable of dodging or counterattacking, taking hits with a cold, impassive expression. Yet, the relentless shockwaves of Primordial Qi caused more soldiers to shatter into golden fragments.
It appeared to just endure the attacks passively, relying solely on its dense Primordial Qi to overpower them!
Chen Yan’s expression changed suddenly!
In the hall, dense Primordial Qi seemed to flow in from all directions, through the walls and ceiling, rushing toward the white puppet!
The parts of its body previously damaged by shockwaves of Primordial Qi were instantly restored!
"It has too much Primordial Qi!" Ouyang spat blood, watching as the number of golden soldiers dwindled to half!
Chen Yan’s mind was clear—this white puppet was an Artifact Spirit! Essentially, it was the Secret Realm, and the Secret Realm was it!
No telling how much Primordial Qi this Secret Realm stored! Unless all its Primordial Qi was exhausted, there would be no way to truly kill it!
"Keep going! Let it gather all its Primordial Qi!"
Chen Yan quickly retreated, attempting to attack from the sides but stopping after just two tries.
Finger Sword and Six Yang Righteous Qi Talisman had no effect! Even Primordial Qi attacks like the Finger Sword were useless. The Six Yang Righteous Qi Talisman only worked on evil entities; this was an Artifact Spirit, not a living being, nor was it an evil spirit!
Watching more and more Primordial Qi flow continuously into the hall, it seemed endless!
The golden soldiers fought desperately, but one by one shattered until only five or six were left.
Chen Yan grew anxious but forced himself to wait patiently.
The last stream of Primordial Qi flowed in from the room’s walls, all converging around the white puppet, madly pouring into its body!
Under the Qi Observation Skill, the white puppet appeared to be at the center of a massive vortex of Primordial Qi, so dense it seemed almost liquid!
No more Primordial Qi flowed in from the walls or air around.
"It’s all gathered!" Chen Yan’s eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Ouyang, bind it!"
"...Alright!!" Ouyang gritted his teeth.