After He Xing Luo dodged the Cursed Puppet's attack, the Puppet immediately switched targets. Its enormous hand reached for the severed corpses on the ground, including the special forces member's various body parts.
It seemed to be assembling Building Blocks, piecing together a new arm for itself in just a few seconds.
Although it was somewhat thinner and weaker than before, at least its body was becoming whole again.
Its hollow chest cavity also urgently needed filling. It picked up several arm segments and crudely jammed them into its chest, ignoring all logic and structure as it replenished its parts as quickly as possible.
Feng Ling thought it had absolutely no aesthetic sense. The body it assembled was disgusting.
At the same time, she understood why the Cursed Puppet had prioritized attacking He Xing Luo after going out of control. Perhaps it was because He Xing Luo was also a Puppet?
"Feng Ling, Feng Ling! Are you listening?" Li Qing sounded extremely anxious over the phone. "The Players came prepared. You have to be careful! You absolutely cannot let the Star Society take the Puppeteer Card!"
"Then I came prepared too." Feng Ling frowned and hung up. "All he says is useless nonsense."
This was the first time she had encountered such a chaotic situation.
There was good news, though. At least Bai Lu had already severed her connection with the Puppet. As far as Feng Ling was concerned, as long as the Puppet did not recklessly spray freezing air, it would be much easier to deal with.
Feng Ling rolled her joints as she walked toward the Puppet, preparing for a real fight.
As long as the Cursed Puppet no longer had its frost ability, she would not have to worry about her tentacles being frozen again.
Not far