The terrifying evil wind swept back, Feng Yuhuai's cheek muscles seemed to be pounded by the strong wind, forming a hollow depression.
Her scalp exploded, and in a hurry, she quickly raised her hand to block in front of her chest.
"Puppet Technique: Disintegrated Doll!"
Countless threads as thin as silk suddenly surged from her arms, weaving rapidly in an instant as if they had taken on a life of their own, forming a layer of soft cotton-like armor.
Almost at the same moment, from her arm to half her body, the human aspect seemed to shed away, as if magically transformed into a bloodless, fleshless rag doll.
Bang! Puff!
The rag doll's arms were pierced through, and the soft cotton fabric of the chest was deeply indented, rippling out circles of air waves.
The floor beneath the doll let out a groan under unbearable stress, concrete cracking with countless rifts, the rebar inside dented and broken.
With a rumbling loud noise.
