Thousands of times the gravitational flow exploded thunderously, completely engulfing the two dumbfounded people in a daze. They collapsed instantly, without any chance to fight back, ground into a mix of blood and mud before they could react.
The damage to the Puppet and the incarnation was secondary; what followed immediately was the eruption of black lines.
Piercing, entangling, ravaging, tearing.
Piercing screams and shouts echoed from the ground and sky, a soul injury!
The clouds in the sky gathered again, barely forming a human shape. Meanwhile, several people in Changle's team suddenly convulsed, quickly turning into Puppets, speaking with completely different voices, as if a confusion had arisen.
Soon, the Puppets glanced at each other, ruthlessly slaughtered amongst themselves, and in a flash, only one remained, with Changle's consciousness finally gathering again.
He didn't even have time to catch his breath...
