The Beast Puppet had never experienced anything like this, initially still in battle, now suddenly transformed into this state.
The deep dark surroundings seemed ready to swallow one whole.
The sound of footsteps echoed like the tolling of death, unsettling the mind.
The Beast Puppet looked behind him.
A ghostly figure cloaked in darkness began approaching him, though its pace was slow, each step resounded like drums, as if stomping on his heart.
The Beast Puppet, faced with such a situation, couldn't help but retract into his shell.
This shell was actually a specific genetic mutation resulting from his acquired genetic ability, possessing an extremely strong defense capability. Although it looked somewhat ugly, its practical value was exceptionally high.
The method he could think of at this moment was to retreat into his shell.
