Lycahn stared silently ahead, his waist slightly bent, his thighs arched like springs, ready to spring out like a bullet at any moment.

What made him so wary was a two-meter-tall, scarred bear doll carrying a sickle on its shoulder, its body covered in patches of fur, revealing unsightly ravines.

Even its own body, its left arm appears shrunken and atrophied, incongruous with the robust right arm. Its lower limbs are also missing, relying solely on a single leg to hop around.

Even so, Lycaon was still alarmed by the concentration of ether emanating from this skeleton.

If he was not mistaken, the battered doll in front of him must be quite famous even in the entire void.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are the doll I just threw away."

Lykan squinted, carefully examining the doll before him that bore an eight-tenths resemblance to the one he had once worn at his waist, and couldn't help but ask:

"I'd like to know, why didn't you attack me before I threw you away, instead of waiting until I had dealt with all the corpses?"

[...Run!]

Suddenly a rustling sound came from behind, and Lycahn's pupils contracted immediately.

He stared blankly at the scarred doll in front of him, wondering why it could speak and why it wanted him to run away.

But soon, the scarred doll spoke again, stammering:

I'm strong... but I can't control myself... being able to refrain from launching a sneak attack is already my greatest achievement...

【...Well! 】

Suddenly, the wounded doll's voice stopped, and an unknown etheric substance washed over its entire body, causing an immense pressure to spread out.

Even Lycaon had to stretch out an arm to block his view, squinting half an eye as he stared intently at the direction of the scarred doll.

Suddenly, Lykahn's vision blurred, and a hint of surprise flickered in his eyes—

The wounds and remains... have disappeared?

No, it's not gone!

Lycahn immediately realized what was happening and crossed his arms over himself.

As if by prior arrangement, the scarred doll suddenly appeared, standing right in front of Lycaon, and abruptly swung down its right hand, which resembled a unicorn's arm.

Bang!

The scythe met his arms, and Lykan felt a jolt of shock. He thought to himself in astonishment:

"How can there be such terrifying power!"

But reality didn't allow Lycaen time to think. He had just been forced to retreat by a single strike when the wounded doll's attack immediately caught up.

It hopped over on one leg, leaped into the air, and kicked out with a powerful kick.

Seeing this, Lycahn also raised one leg, using his metal prosthetic knee to block.

Han!

Another heavy blow struck. Although Lykan had expected it, the ear-piercing sound and sharp pain when the attack landed on his prosthetic limb still made his heart skip a beat.

It immediately rolled away on the spot, and after standing up again, it retreated again and again to distance itself from the scarred doll.

Lycahn stomped his foot on the ground to steady himself, calmly looking ahead with narrowed eyes. He saw that the wounded doll had put the scythe on its shoulder again, seemingly not intending to attack for the time being.

Of course, it could also be a disguise, like just now, suddenly appearing in front of you.

Therefore, even though they were at a great distance, Lycahn did not let his guard down, but silently reviewed the brief exchange they had just had.

"The ability to appear in front of people suddenly."

"And superb close-quarters combat skills..."

Lycahn narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering, "Where will its limits be?"

"Further words are useless; let's probe once more!"

Having pondered this, Lycahn immediately abandoned his thoughts and stomped his foot on the ground, launching himself forward.

As he stepped into the icy mist, his prosthetic leg suddenly spewed out nitrogen, accelerating Lycan's speed once more. In no time, he reached the wounded doll.

But the scarred doll seemed completely unconcerned and didn't move at all.

Even as Lycaon was about to kick it in the broad belly, it did not make any further moves.

However, Lycaon's kick, imbued with icy coldness, actually passed right through the wounded doll!

Lykahn's eyes widened in disbelief.

But that's the reality. As the sharp wind swept by, the body of the scarred doll was like a dream bubble, as if it had never existed, as soon as it came into contact with the wind.