His figure disappeared into the snow-white forest, where he frantically darted about.
Her heavily made-up face couldn't contain her excitement and exhilaration.
After holding it in for over ten hours, I finally have something that looks interesting to keep me company!
He moved swiftly, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed something else darting through the trees nearby.
A smile played on his lips as countless threads emerged from his wrist, slashing without hesitation at the moving figure.
Whoa--!
The sharp threads sliced through the air, instantly cutting several large trees in that direction into several pieces.
But they failed to hit the figure, which continued to disappear into the forest ahead.
But the Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy was not displeased at all; on the contrary, he became even more excited, constantly waving his silk threads to cut down all the trees along the way.
The already scarce trees were further decimated by the slicing of the silk threads.
The figure finally stopped after he had cut down all the trees along the way, leaving a large open space.
"I thought you were just a runaway, you peeping tom!"
Looking down at the guy in front of him who had his back to him and was holding a long sword, the Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy cracked his knuckles.
The figure in front of them did not respond, but slowly turned around.
Upon seeing the other person clearly, the Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy felt a shiver run down his spine.
Well... his appearance isn't anything special; at first glance, he seems quite sunny.
However, those incredibly empty eyes and that face that seemed to have lost control of its expression were extremely unsettling.
The Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy had also seen Hela, whose eyes were equally devoid of emotion, but at least Hela gave him a sense of being alive.
But this thing in front of me, which I don't know if it can still be called human, is completely like a dead corpse, forcibly exerting its remaining energy.
He was like a puppet.
Just as the Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy was stunned, a sword aura appeared out of thin air, slicing through the air in front of him and heading towards Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy.
The Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy suddenly contracted his pupils and quickly retreated to the side, narrowly avoiding the sword energy.
The powerful sword energy sliced down all the trees behind them, creating a large, empty space.
He stared at the barren landscape behind him, his eyes filled with shock.
Before the Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy could even regain his footing, the other person flashed in front of him.
He gripped the knife handle tightly with both hands and thrust it forcefully towards the man's forehead.
His every move lacked any murderous intent, as if he were simply completing a tedious and boring task.
The distance between the sharp blade and the space between the eyebrows kept shrinking, and at the very moment they were about to touch, the latter dodged away in a strange, almost lateral movement.
The Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy's threads entangled the trees, dragging him to the side of the trees before retracting his threads.
The puppet-like man returned to his original position the instant his attack missed, his gaze fixed on the Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy.
"Hehe! Not bad! You actually made me go all out!"
Veins bulged on the arms of the Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy.
Countless silk threads surged from his wrists and swayed incessantly in the air.
With a loud shout, the chaotic threads surged towards the person in front of him like a tidal wave, carving jagged cuts into the snow and ground along the way.
The man, like a puppet, had eyes that seemed to be constantly rotating, like sophisticated cameras, observing the range of his vision and his surroundings.
Finally, he slowly raised his sword and held it horizontally in front of him, while countless sword energies slashed out from the void, heading straight for the silk thread in front of him!
Clang clang clang!!!
At the moment of impact, countless loud bangs and dazzling sparks were generated between the two.
They engaged in a fierce struggle.
The Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy'- the-wisp waved the threads around his hands incessantly, his expression growing increasingly excited.
He sensed that the opponent's power was weaker than his own, and that the sword energy was being slowly forced back by him.
The Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy increased his strength, wanting to strike while the iron was hot and cut his opponent into pieces.
Pfft!
Just as he was about to be overwhelmed by the opponent's sword energy, a sharp longsword pierced through the Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy's chest from behind.
Warm blood dripped from the cold blade onto the snow. The Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy turned around with difficulty, and then saw a scene he would never forget.
The thing piercing his chest was actually that puppet man.
And who is that person in front of me?
At this moment, he stared at the two identical puppet men, one behind him and one in front of him, and his mind was momentarily blank.
The sudden turn of events brought his attacks to a halt, and the puppet man in front of him seized the opportunity to charge forward.
The sharp blade slashed straight towards his neck.
But a fierce glint suddenly appeared in the bloodshot eyes of the Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy.
With his left hand, he suddenly grabbed the blade that had pierced his chest, while his right hand, dragging the silk thread, slashed at the person in front of him.
The puppet man swiftly drew his sword to block the silk threads and immediately retreated, abandoning his attack.
The thread changed direction and, like a python, pierced the neck of the person behind them.
The Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy could clearly sense that the puppet man behind him was trying to pull out the knife from his chest and escape.
But he held onto the knife tightly, preventing it from being pulled out.
"Hahaha! Die, you shameless brat!"
Life was continuously being drawn into the Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy's body through the threads, and the force with which the person behind him was drawing his sword was rapidly decreasing.
A few seconds later, the fire-breathing boy suddenly stepped forward, pulled the knife from his chest, and kicked his opponent to the ground.
Then he sucked the other person dry, leaving them Life.
Feeling the fullness and power within himself, the Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy suddenly felt like he could do it again.
With a sudden burst of power from his legs, he vanished from sight, leaving a trail of transparent threads as he shot away like a sharp arrow.
The speed was actually several times faster than before, catching the person in front of them off guard.
By the time he raised the knife to defend himself, the sharp thread had already grazed his arm.
A fresh arm, gushing blood, fell to the ground, resembling a lizard's tail, and struggled for a moment before becoming still.
"Ugh~ How disgusting!"
The Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy glanced disdainfully at the severed arm on the ground, then looked at the other person who was missing an arm, his eyes revealing a hint of mockery.
Before the Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy could utter any wild words, the puppet-like man actually put a knife to his own neck.
With a spray of blood, he actually slit his own throat and committed suicide.
"???"
He stared at all of this in bewilderment, his mind momentarily blank.
Just as he was stunned, a surge of sword energy rushed towards him from behind.
Upon hearing the commotion, the Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy the will-o'-the-wisp instinctively lashed out with his silken threads.
These sword energies didn't seem to be aimed at him, but rather at blocking his attack.
In an instant, a figure wielding a knife swiftly approached, seemingly familiar with the Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy's attacks, dodging one of his threads and appearing directly in front of him through a gap in the attack.
In the disbelieving eyes of the Will-o'-the-Wisp Boy, a sharp blade gleaming coldly drew ever closer.
Pfft--!