With the advantage firmly in their hands, the experts from the military and the Dark Army unleashed their full firepower. Jiang Cheng watched as a man in a camouflage vest bizarrely crumpled inward and then vanished. Moments later, a burly Night Watch expert with a long braid dropped his weapon and clutched his chest in agony. His chest bulged grotesquely, then burst open with a wet pop. The vanished man crawled out from between the exposed ribs and flesh, and this scene that defied the laws of physics played out before their eyes. As he crawled free, his crumpled body bizarrely restored itself, as if the collapse were being played in reverse.
The skin-bound scholar who had taunted Lin Wan'er was now cornered. No. 6, Chen Ran, had targeted him as soon as the fighting began. But the skin-bound scholar was no pushover. Controlling more than a dozen beautiful skin puppets that had crawled out of the basket on his back, he had escaped Chen Ran's short sword several times. Covered in wounds, he looked utterly wretched.
But his luck had run out. No. 2, having dispatched their opponent first, joined the battle. The skin-bound scholar let his guard down for an instant, and No. 2 seized control of the fight. Chen Ran's sword flashed, slicing diagonally through one of his legs.
The skin-bound scholar screamed as two skin puppets carried him backward. "Candle Bearer! Save me!"
But it was already too late. Chen Ran hacked the skin puppet left behind to cover their retreat into pieces, then flung a short sword from his hand, pinning the scholar's remaining good leg to the ground.
No. 2 landed beside the skin-bound scholar and gave him no chance to speak. After breaking his jaw, No. 2 roughly shoved a hand into his