Time seemed to stretch for an instant under an invisible hand-the three severed fingers hung eerily motionless in the air for a moment, then turned into three blurred crimson afterimages and vanished completely!
No, they had not vanished! They were moving so fast they tore through the air, far beyond what Vanessa's naked eye could follow!
Boom!
The three corpses lunging at the children, along with the solid brick wall behind them, exploded and vaporized in an instant, leaving three ghastly, head-sized holes with scorched edges!
Through the holes, the walls of the building opposite had been pierced as well! Who knew where those three "flesh bullets" had finally flown...
A deathly silence filled the room.
The orphans' mouths hung open. They even forgot to cry.
Every trace of color drained from Dorothea's face, her pupils dilating in utter shock.
Her hand instinctively tightened, and only then did she discover that the revolver she had just been holding had once again vanished into thin air.
But no one was more shocked than Vanessa herself.
She remembered the secret art's description.
The fingers would fire like bullets-these were bullets!?
Vanessa glanced at the gaping holes in the wall, somewhat dazed.
She lowered her hands. This time, she had lost the ring fingers on both hands and the little finger on her right. Now one hand had only three fingers left.
Vanessa gave a bitter smile, yet felt no regret.
After Winnie's death, she seemed to have come to understand many things. Losing her fingers was terrible, but it was far better than spending the rest of her life suffocating in regret.
Dorothea rushed forward and seized Vanessa's hands, from which blood kept pouring, her voice trembling with disbelief:
"You actually... actually sacrificed your fingers... Flesh Mass? No, that's not right, this