A terrifying force, powerful enough to tear an ordinary puppet apart, collided with the bandage tornado. Instead of the enormous explosion everyone had expected, the two forces actually annihilated each other.
But what was truly terrifying was that this time, even the surrounding space had been corroded, leaving cracks everywhere. Water Lord spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying, while the unknown bandaged puppet fared no better. Its bandages had been corroded away, exposing blue-purple flesh and patches of withered yellow bone.
Still, no matter what, the puppet had managed to stop Water Lord this time. What was more, the black mist filled with human faces behind it was protecting Shao Tong.
Water Lord struggled to his feet and continued toward his target, taking one labored step after another. The puppet, its body in ruins, seemed unable to understand. It had retained more intelligence than the other puppets, and it couldn't make sense of the situation. Though it was at the end of its strength, Water Lord was clearly no longer able to fight either. Could it be... could its opponent be planning to perish together with it?
The killing instinct carved into its bones flared to life, and the bandaged puppet didn't retreat. It walked toward Water Lord on legs that were almost nothing but bare bones.
In its subconscious, protecting the person behind it was the reason for its existence. The most straightforward way to do that was to kill anyone who threatened that person.
Clearly, Water Lord was one of them.
The duel was nerve-racking to watch. For a moment, it seemed as if time itself had stopped. Water Lord and the bandaged puppet drew closer and closer, and the Fatty suddenly felt something strange. At that moment, the outcome no longer mattered. What