The demonic emperors and Wu Jun did not pass up on the opportunity while the corpse puppet was attacking Wu Yu. They continued to barrage it with attacks.

The disparity between them and the beast corpse puppet seemed insurmountable. The only advantage they had was numbers, and numbers they would use. 

When the beast corpse puppet attacked one person, the rest would press the attack. Even if they were unable to damage it for the moment, if they kept it up they might be able to penetrate its defenses.

"So this is the power of an eternal immortal emperor!" Wu Yu ducked another blast of violet wind, feeling a prickle of fear at the back of his neck. He had almost been unable to make the last somersault.

If he was swept up in the purple wind, he was dead without question. It had even warped the void itself, let alone a measly little Great Void Immortal Realm cultivator.

Although Wu...