The Correct Way to Recycle Paper Figures? Grey Wolf: Boss, can these be folded into origami cranes?

The battlefield fell deathly silent.

When the wind blew, the three thin-as-cicada-wing "paper people"—Emperor Dai Tianfeng of Star Luo, Grand Duke Zhu Wushi of the Netherworld, and that royal consecrated official—went rustling and rolling across the ground like fallen leaves swept away in autumn.

The weapons in the hands of the hundred thousand Star Luo soldiers fell to the ground, and so did their jaws.

They watched helplessly as their own mighty, domineering emperor, whose Soul Power was unmatched, lay plastered to a chunk of rubble. His eyes had turned into two flat black dots that kept blinking, while his mouth opened and closed without producing a sound. All they could see were strings of black garbled symbols bubbling up across the paper surface.

This was absurd.

This was no longer within the scope of a soul skill. This was rewriting the underlying code of the world itself.

Inside the cockpit, Grey Wolf swallowed hard and turned to look at Tom Cat, who was whistling beside him. His eyes were filled with reverence for the unknown.

"Brother Tom, is that hammer... for sale?" Grey Wolf rubbed his hands together with a fawning grin. "I'll trade you two sheep-catching machines for it."

Tom Cat arrogantly lifted his chin and wagged one finger. Then he pulled out a handkerchief from behind his back and elegantly wiped his dustless hands, as though he had merely swatted a fly.

At that moment, Qin Feng's voice echoed across the battlefield through the loudspeakers.

"Um... yes, you there, the cavalry captain. Please move a little to the left. You're stepping on your emperor's left ear."

The cavalry captain shuddered from head to toe. Looking down, he saw that beneath his horse's hoof was indeed a "paper slip" still struggling madly.

"Ghost!!"

The cavalry captain screamed and