Mr. Luo reacted quickly too. After blocking the strange doll's attack, he immediately reached out with his uninjured hand.
The counterattack was undeniably swift, yet his supposedly surefire grab still missed.
Under the crowd's incredulous gazes, Mr. Luo's counterattack had actually gone wide! He'd grabbed nothing but air.
After failing to land a hit, the blood-red doll showed no interest in staying to fight.
Seizing the opening, it turned into a streak of light and fled.
It was so fast that the nets, triggered one after another, couldn't ensnare it in time.
"How is it?"
Only after it had gone did the group snap out of their daze. Miyamoto stepped up and asked Mr. Luo.
"I'm fine."
Mr. Luo shook his head and gently clenched his hand. The bleeding stopped at once, and even the wound began healing rapidly.
After treating his wound, he looked down at the corpse on the ground.
Part of its hard breastbone had melted away.
Unlike the ones they'd seen before, the doll just now seemed to have been parasitizing its host and devouring its flesh and blood.
"This thing is different from the others. We need to be twice as careful tonight."
At his words, Delin and the others, who had just begun to feel a little more at ease, grew tense again.
But with the sudden incident drawing their attention, none of them noticed that someone had disappeared from the camp.
Fu Qian's figure raced through the dense forest, keeping the fleeing doll in sight from a distance.
It wasn't exceptionally fast, so tracking it wasn't too difficult.
The trouble was that he had to carefully control his strength, lest the slightest excess force trigger a mutation.
So Fu Qian followed at a distance, unwilling to expend even a bit of unnecessary