Fude Boy's Power

Jiang Qiao did not wake up.

But a purple infant, its entire body wreathed in lightning, had appeared above his head.

Durahan initially failed to notice anything wrong.

Because.

When consciousness returned to the body, the temporary lack of coordination often caused supernatural power to leak out, producing all sorts of supernatural phenomena.

Jiang Qiao had reached the Eighth Tier, and the supernatural forces within him were diverse and varied.

Not to mention temporary imbalance—even complete loss of control would not have been strange.

This state was already perfectly normal.

However, soon.

The purple infant actually raised its head and gave Durahan an eerie smile.

"Hmm?"

Durahan was somewhat puzzled.

This infant seemed to possess some strange trace of humanity?

Before he could think further.

A second infant slowly emerged from Jiang Qiao's arm like wisps of smoke.

This infant looked even more bizarre than the "Thunder Spirit." Aside from its head, everything below its neck was a wooden puppet with movable joints!

The wood grain on it was clearly visible.

But strangely enough.

Although it clearly looked like a puppet to the naked eye, his perception told him that this was a human body. The patches of blue and purple covering it, in particular, instinctively made people feel that it had been beaten and abused.

A puppet being abused?

This contradiction and discord created an absurd, uncanny feeling.

"Hmm?"

When Durahan saw this infant, he finally realized something was wrong. A name surfaced in his mind, and he blurted it out:

"Fude Boy!"

The next moment.

A bleak, annihilating aura of death erupted from the strange infant and began spreading throughout the church.

Even the candle suspended in midair seemed to be affected. Its flame rapidly dimmed.

As if a fierce wind had blown past it, it looked as