Third Brother was thinking when he suddenly heard the second brother beside him say tremblingly, "Impossible, impossible. How dare they ignore the boundary set by the master? Aren't they afraid of the curse?"
Third Brother looked up and saw the Shadow Fence in the distance. Just moments ago, it had still been growing taller and larger, terrifying beyond measure.
Yet now, it was being held in that man's puppet's hands, torn apart one moment and kneaded the next, like a toy being played with! The Shadow Fence, which they had found impossible to approach, was being wantonly ravaged by that puppet without the slightest ability to resist.
The bars formed from shadows shattered one by one before their eyes and vanished...
He recalled when they had tried to escape and encountered this fence. They had only come within ten steps before they could no longer stand steadily. The shadows beneath their feet began to stir, and terror welled up in their hearts.
No one had dared to go any closer. Everyone knew that if their shadows were dragged in, the outcome would never be good. If they were unlucky, they might even become part of the fence themselves.
This was one of the most common dangers in the mysterious world. If one's shadow died, the person died as well.
But now, under its master's control, that puppet was kneading and crushing the Shadow Fence, which was clearly no benevolent thing.
Wasn't its master afraid of being cursed? What they did not know was that a curse directed at Wenren Sheng could at most damage his skin. It was impossible for it to harm his true soul.
Of course, for Wenren Sheng, even damage to his skin was fatal. After all, he lived by his face.
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