Li Ziran, Spare My Life

Crash!

The sound was not particularly grand, but in Shadow Elder's eyes, it was undoubtedly Death's summons.

The instant the first Puppet Chain shattered, the other three also snapped apart as their power ran dry.

The Giant plunged headfirst into Silent Space, while Shadow Elder was dragged through the turbulent currents by the puppet behind him. Perhaps the force was simply too great; after pulling Shadow Elder some distance, the currents actually tore out that precious Puppet Mirror.

He instinctively tried to seize the mirror shard, but someone was faster.

A pitch-black palm had already landed on the Puppet Mirror shard. With a light flick, it was sent into Li Ziran's hand, then wrapped in a smooth moonlit glow and slipped into the Spirit World between his brows.

"No, that's mine! Give it back! You thief!" Shadow Elder screamed desperately, but how could he still have any strength now? He could not even resist the spatial currents.

The currents crazily tore at his outer skin, taking away his last remaining flesh and leaving behind a shadow-like shell. That shell continuously shrank, gradually becoming a blob of thick ink no larger than a Dwarf.

The Shadowfolk's most primitive true form.

With the Giant gone, the power of the Elemental Tide began pouring into this torn space.

The space began to stabilize and dissipate. The storm over the Ice Plains reappeared, and the bone-piercing wind made everyone deeply uncomfortable. Looking up, they saw endless snow-capped mountains and a boundless snowfield, the cold invading every pore without restraint.

Li Ziran stretched his long neck out from the clouds and looked down upon the ant-sized shadow.

Shadow Elder!

A being who had once been like a nightmare in his eyes now looked like a Little Mouse.

Without the Puppet Mirror, without the Giant, this