Boom!
Dust billowed through the Corridor!
Feng Ling kept her eyes open, unwilling to miss even the slightest change after the explosion. The statue collapsed amid the thick smoke, and she immediately felt that invisible pressure vanish.
Her body suddenly felt lighter.
In that instant, Feng Ling did not hesitate! She shot down the steps like an arrow!
She strode straight toward the clay statue and used Mark the moment she got close!
The clay statue, once painted in bright colors, now had most of its torso scorched black. Smoke had stained its rainbow robes, and its "beautiful and kindly" face had cracked apart. Most notably, fresh red blood seeped from within its black eyes after they split open—
Feng Ling's heart lurched.
She should have expected this. How could the inside of a clay statue still be clay? Flesh and blood had clearly grown inside it!
That was why this clay statue could feel pain, be wounded, bleed, and die!
Her Fangs and Claws could tear open its wounds!
Her Bone Blade could pierce its throat!
Now was the best opportunity!
Feng Ling's breathing quickened. The desire to kill surged through every vein in her body. Before her eyes, the Idol cracked inch by inch, revealing a trembling heart, as if a single slash could end its life!
Then Feng Ling heard someone calling her name.
Some called "Feng Ling," while others called "Xiao Ling."
The one calling her Xiao Ling had to be Deputy Captain Pei. Only she could come up with such a teeth-grating nickname.
Thinking of that, Feng Ling regained a little clarity, then remembered what Li Qing had said: know when to stop during an operation.
Know when to stop...
She sensed something was wrong. Frowning slightly, she cautiously retreated to the steps and returned