"What's going on?"
Catherine, who had originally been watching with the intention of enjoying the show and had even planned to get a manicure while doing so,
went from her lazy posture to standing right in front of the window, several eyes growing between her tentacles as they all pressed against the glass to observe carefully.
Little Grape, who was best at ocular techniques and was shrouded in yellow skin, also assumed the posture of the Evil Sun Prophet and stood near the window, watching Yi Chen's movements intently.
Only William sat on the sofa behind them, since the entire theater scene could serve as his eyes.
The reason everyone was watching so intently, even in bewilderment, was precisely the "strangeness" of this battle—or more accurately, Yi Chen's strangeness.
The battle had already been going on for a full five minutes, yet they still hadn't heard the clash of weapons, and neither side had suffered any injuries.
The only thing affected was the battlefield, which had been blasted full of pits of various sizes, all overflowing with slime.
Vast numbers of butterflies bearing human heads withered and died on the ground, even carpeting the area within a hundred meters in color.
Jin attacked furiously without pause.
Besides constantly swinging the White Tower Sword in his right hand, he kept changing moves with his left.
Sometimes, explosive growth transformed his left hand into a spear that shot forward and pierced through everything.
Sometimes, he suddenly kneaded an explosive lump of flesh. Under Fu Jiang's influence, the lump transformed into a human head, terrifying like a flying head demon, capable of tracking its target automatically and triggering an even greater explosion.
Other times, he manually controlled the swarm of butterflies, causing their flight speed and density to multiply several times over.
But