A few hours... might as well just give up.
After thinking it over, Sun Hang decided to give it a try first—if he could finish the collection quickly, that would be ideal. If it dragged on too long and his defenses slipped, resulting in the equipment being destroyed, then at least he could say he had tried.
Do your best and leave the rest to fate. That was all there was to it.
After the elegant lady split from one into five, her attack frequency rose sharply as well. The fungal-thread puppets at the front were shredded in the blink of an eye. In barely two seconds, fewer than one-fifth of the thirty-odd puppets remained.
But for Sun Hang, his objective had already been achieved.
Using the puppets as cover, Sun Hang closed to within ten meters of the elegant ladies and slammed both hands onto the ground—giant hands made of crushed stone, glass shards, and mud appeared once more. This time, Sun Hang did not skimp on his mental energy. He formed five giant hands in succession, grabbing all five red-dressed elegant ladies.
"Explode."
Sun Hang clenched his fist, and the five giant hands simultaneously tightened their fingers, each thicker than an ordinary person's thigh.
The imagined scene of them bursting into pulp never appeared. Before the giant hands could exert force, the five elegant ladies had already turned into a blood-like liquid and flowed through the gaps between the fingers.
The "blood" gathered together and re-formed into an "elegant lady" over ten meters tall, looking down at Sun Hang from above.
"Fuck." Sun Hang sprang up and retreated rapidly. The next second, the spot where he had just been standing was riddled with countless blood-red threads.
The elegant lady's attack did not stop. Blood-red threads with cutting power