Saving the Ogre

The grayish-brown Shadow Space was carpeted with fine, scattered pebbles. Clear pools of water lay in the gaps between them, reflecting the round moon in the sky.

Splash!

The tranquil surface was crushed beneath a massive foot, ripples spreading layer upon layer as it raced toward the far distance and vanished into the depths of the stony shore in the blink of an eye.

Wind and spray slid swiftly past his ears, while the marvelous sounds of splashing pools filled his surroundings. Li Ziran enjoyed the sensation of running. Though frogs brought convenience, they could never match the exhilaration of sprinting on two legs.

With the Blessing Art supporting him, he could barely feel any fatigue.

After running continuously for half an hour, he stopped before the utterly sluggish Ogre Puppet.

It still had those dense wooden grain patterns, which formed its stiff face. Its enormous shell creaked as it moved forward.

Yet this Ogre Puppet was somewhat different. Strands of moonlight hung from its body, entirely submerged within the murky gray space and overlapping perfectly with the moonlight falling from above.

However, this strand of moonlight was just a shade fainter than the one overhead, like a slightly paler line threading through the densely packed moonlight.

That faint moonlight was precisely what Li Ziran needed. It was this tiny difference that allowed him to catch it.

He raised his head to look at the round moon in the sky. That was the Puppet Mirror Fragment, and the moonlight emitted through the Puppet Mirror was Shadow Elder's omnipresent spiritual power.

As long as that spiritual power merged with the moonlight, it could form Puppet Threads.

The slightly paler moonlight before him was pale precisely because it was mixed with spiritual power.

This strange spiritual power did not merely restrain the