The Fracturing of the Garden Secret Realm

Crash, crash, crash—

Under the [Eye of Truth], the countless silvery-white threads forming the transparent, distorted humanoid snapped one by one beneath Dago's palm.

This was not mere physical destruction, but an incomparably precise "surgical operation."

In Dago's azure vision, that "ball of silver yarn" was no longer a chaotic mass of energy, but had been deconstructed into tens of thousands of spatial nodes and energy circuits.

Every exertion of force, every finger he drove in, struck precisely at the fatal weak points in its energy circulation.

Dago brutally tore apart the "ball of yarn," his entire arm almost completely plunging into the transparent, distorted humanoid's body.

Cold, sharp, high-frequency vibrating spatial particles frantically sliced at the [Living Silver Ice] armor covering his body, but he remained unmoved. His fingertips probed deep inside, then seemed to clutch something tightly as his expression shifted.

"Found it."

The singularity maintaining the entire puppet's operation—the sole order within the chaos.

He swiftly pulled his hand back.

Boom!

As Dago withdrew his hand, the transparent, distorted humanoid, having lost its core restraint, exploded with a thunderous crash.

This was not flesh and blood splattering, but the collapse of rules.

It turned into countless streams of silvery-white air that scattered in every direction. Each stream was a hiltless blade, leaving black slashes in the void.

All the Living Silver Ice on Dago's body surged before him, yet beneath the onslaught of those streams of spatial energy, it was like brittle paper and was soon shattered beyond recognition.

The mournful cries of silver ice rang out without end. Silver fragments peeled away like snowflakes, exposing the bright red flesh beneath.

Yet he paid it no mind. Like a reef, he stood silently amid the violent energy currents, allowing the occasional current to sweep past and leave