"Black Gold Killer Whale Demonic Influence."
In this dark-red world where everything had come to a standstill, only Quan Li's body was still moving forward with its momentum.
Inside the relatively cramped room, he performed an aerial flip with uncanny smoothness, tapped the wall with exceptional agility, and completed an abrupt stop, a force-dispersing maneuver, and a turn.
From his effortless movements alone, it was clear the entire process had been under his control.
Even the Puppet dodging him had been something he had deliberately induced, luring the other side into thinking there was an opening and thus lowering its guard against his attack.
Quan Li watched the Puppet calmly, his right hand covered by the Black Gold Gauntlets, now even more formidable after their evolution.
At this moment, the gauntlet as a whole had become the light source of the dark red light, maintaining this entire frozen space.
Quan Li did not grow impatient because of it.
Time trickled away as he observed carefully.
One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds—the Puppet's stillness had yet to be released.
Quan Li showed not the slightest anxiety about missing his chance.
Because this skill, which originally could only forcibly control its target for three seconds, had, after this evolution, increased its effect duration to a full fifteen seconds.
In their world, to put it exaggeratedly, fifteen seconds was fifteen centuries.
What Quan Li could do in a single second was something many people might not manage in an entire lifetime.
Knowing the changes after the skill's improvement, Quan Li was in no rush to deal with the Puppet.
Because he was not certain whether this skill would affect this mechanical body.
In battle, Quan Li was meticulous, his combat instincts sharp to the extreme.
This doubt, one he could not