Sure enough!

As soon as the corpse puppet entered the room, it turned swiftly, charging out with the jade bottle. Two ferocious claws extended from the bottle, sprouting countless vine-like branches, sharp as blades, enveloping Zhou Qing like a storm.

In life, this corpse puppet must have had a wood spiritual root and mastered some spells.

Zhou Qing's pupils contracted, and he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Unhurriedly, he drew another flying sword, making a total of nine blood-colored flying swords swirling around him, reaching the pinnacle of nine. The power of the sword qi surged, forming a blood-killing sword formation.