A sword fell.
Flesh was pierced at once.
At the instant of penetration, countless forces surged into it.
The flesh turned to ash in an instant, and the essence of life was stripped away in a moment.
Even fate had determined its death count in the process.
Countless ashen hues emerged. The pink flesh that had surrounded the puppet was now shrouded in a layer of deathly gray.
This terrifying power surged in swiftly.
Even the puppet maintaining it was now stained with a withered gray.
If the puppet had not been a "dead thing" to begin with, it would likely have died along with it immediately.
The change happened rapidly.
The power obtained from Alice was also swiftly drying up.
Before long, it had been completely exhausted.
Countless gray ashes drifted through the air. Naimus maintained the posture of his thrust and stepped forward.
Then the blade nailed itself into the Mokania puppet.
The instant it was pinned down, the Mokania puppet in Naimus's eyes began to divide.
Countless strands of fate wrapped around it, splitting into different branches.
These were not merely branches of the future, but Mokania's historical possibilities.
In some historical possibilities, Mokania chose to merge more deeply with Xiao Bi, becoming an indistinguishable male-female entity.
In others, Mokania had not been stripped of that piece of Dragon Blood. He fused with it, became a half-dragon, and gained time-related abilities.
In yet others, Mokania had fallen into a Demon, chosen to side with Naimus, and devoted himself to escaping the God of Precepts' control over his fate.
There were also branches where Mokania had degenerated into a monster, and so on.
Yet all of these historical possibilities had previously been suppressed. The God of Precepts' power of fate had firmly locked him onto the path of