He landed on one knee, half-kneeling, supporting his body with an immortal jade flute, gasping for breath as he looked at the last remaining puppet warrior on the other side.

Although only this last one remained, Lan Yutang could clearly feel that this puppet had an amazing destructive power.

As he absorbed the physical energy and souls of all the dead puppets, a powerful murderous aura spread in mid-air, like a morning mist that shrouded the field.

And his stature has grown to a terrifying level, his huge body covers half of the sky, and with a wave of his hand, he can pick up the stars in the sky.

Compared to him, Lan Yutang is like an ant at the foot of an elephant.

Lan Yutang was on the ground with a flute, half-kneeling there and panting, not knowing whether he was waiting for the giant to tear his body to pieces, or thinking of a way to defeat the other party.

Although the big man had not yet attacked, he felt an inexplicable suffocation under the weight of the shadow of his massive body.

Even in normal times, it would be extremely difficult to deal with such a big man, not to mention that he was now really exhausted and his physical strength was overdrawn.

He decided to take a risk and make a final move, the Phoenix Night Melody.

If you want to achieve the maximum lethality, you must cooperate with sufficient internal force, if you use it when your body is weak and your true power is insufficient, not only will you not be able to achieve the effect of killing your opponent, but you may even be pushed back by the opponent's sufficient true power and hurt yourself.

However, in this case, Lan Yutang can't take care of much, instead of waiting here for the opponent's big palm to tear himself to pieces, it is better to fight against the water and make a final counterattack.

Thinking of this, a low psychedelic tone slowly flowed out of the jade hole of the jade flute, which was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose, covering the murderous aura in the sky, just like the rising sun on a summer morning slowly dispelling the moisture that permeated the forest and meadow.

The Phoenix Night Memoire is about to exert its power, so what kind of illusion will appear in front of the eyes of this giant as vast as the sky?

The green tendons on Lan Yutang's forehead twitched slightly, as if it was a kind of contemptuous or confident smile.

Because he knew that no matter what kind of illusion he generated, the nerves of the giant's brain would be destroyed by this low, psychedelic tune.

When all the spiritual pillars are destroyed, they even have a strange smile on their faces.

It was a laugh of relief after a great mental devastation, it was the anticipation of death, it was an ode to his death song.

No matter what kind of person he is, no matter how high his martial arts are, he will not be able to dodge the attack of his immortal jade flute, and he will destroy all his spirits under the attack of his Phoenix Night Mesper.

But......

However, Lan Yutang was stunned for a moment.

Why didn't that puppet giant react when he heard his Phoenix Night Memota, and why did the Phoenix Night Melody have no effect on him?

The song of death that had spread through the giant's body as it permeated the giant's body without hindrance, like water leaking through the mesh of a fishing net.

The sound of the flute was useless to him, and then, with one hand of the giant, he actually blocked the song of death back, if it weren't for Lan Yutang's rapid flickering with the support of the jade flute, it was likely that his body and spirit had been destroyed by his own song of death.

Despite this, when Lan Yutang landed, he still couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

This is because his true power is exhausted, and he is damaged by the aftermath of this death song, although the nerves in his brain are not abnormal, but his heart is severely damaged.

Lan Yutang wiped the blood on his mouth with his sleeve, and then suddenly understood the reason.

It turns out that this phoenix night melody can only destroy the spirit and brain of a living, energetic, and living person, and although this puppet giant has a body and a soul, the body and soul are not really combined to become a real person.

His body was nothing more than a shell that hosted countless souls, and such a body was of course lifeless and spiritless, and the Phoenix Night Memoire certainly had no effect on him.

The Song of the Phoenix Night was originally Lan Yutang's last spiritual pillar, but now, this Song of Death not only did not defeat the opponent, but his own spirit was crushed.

Now, Lan Yutang was already disheartened, half-kneeling there, holding the ground with a flute, gasping for breath, as if waiting for death to come.

Death was coming upon him.

The golem giant had slain at him, and with each step, the earth shook.

Then, three feet away from Lan Yutang, his grinding fist was already roaring towards Lan Yutang's body with a groan of death, earth-shattering.

With the support of the jade flute, Lan Yutang had no choice but to dodge.

However, as soon as his body hit the ground, the puppet giant's fist came over again, overwhelming the ground and smashing a large hole.

At this moment, although Lan Yutang didn't even have the strength to jump, he just lay on his side on the ground, and then hurriedly rolled out in other directions.

If the movement is a little slower, then this big pit that has been smashed out will probably become his gorgeous grave.

Perhaps, the giant did not intend to kill Lan Yutang immediately at this moment, so after sending out these earth-shattering two punches, he temporarily stopped attacking, and looked at the embarrassed Lan Yutang and sneered.

However, the sneer did not come from the giant's body, but from the man who was hiding in the shadows, who claimed to be a god.

Although Lan Yutang had never seen the appearance of the so-called god, he could hear his voice, his mockery with a cruel voice.

Lan Yutang suddenly understood that at this moment, the biggest threat was not the giant in front of him, who was as vast as the sky, but the person who hid behind and manipulated the giant to claim to be a god.

And this giant is nothing more than a puppet in his hands.

Lan Yutang was half-lying there, cold all over, and the hand holding the immortal jade flute was a little stiff, a little numb, and even a little trembling.

That's a sign of real fear.

Although this place is pure, peaceful, and full of the atmosphere of paradise, like the legendary Pure Land of Bliss, it is even more terrifying than hell.

He didn't want to die here.

Because Kuaidao Xiang Fang was waiting for him to get the antidote back, and Hongliu was also waiting for him to go back at the Lonely Smoke Inn, how could he die here like this.

But even if he didn't want to die, what could he do?

Countless beams of arrows were aimed at his vital points overhead, and countless wild grapes wielding long vines around him were stretching their tentacles to restrain his movements.

And the puppet giant in front of him waved his fist, as if to launch a new round of attacks.

Even though he dodged the beam arrows and cut the bonds of the wild grape vines, the puppet giant's fist grew heavier and sharper each time.