But soon, the scarred doll provided the answer.
"Huh?"
Lycahn suddenly let out a soft exclamation, looking in surprise as the scarred doll's entire body became ethereal.
No, it's not blurred!
This time, Lycahn saw it clearly: it wasn't that the body of the scarred doll itself had become transparent, but rather that the main body that made up this body suddenly began to decompose and slowly dissipate like dust!
Then, not far away, the dust gathered again, as if it were about to be reassembled into a scarred doll!
"snort!"
Seeing this, Lycahn no longer hesitated. He immediately snorted angrily and stomped his foot on the ground, sending out a chilling gust of air.
The dust seemed to possess a spirit; the moment it sensed the cold air, it scattered in fear and fled far away.
Even so, some dust was still swallowed by the cold air, frozen into ice blocks, and fell to the ground.
Lycahn stopped making a move and instead observed carefully.
He wondered if the scarred doll could reassemble itself into its original form if some of the dust had frozen.
As it turns out, that's not the case!
Fearing that Lycahn would freeze his companions again with a kick, the fleeing dust particles quickly reassembled at a speed far exceeding their previous speed.
Compared to before, it's missing a head and a left hand.
Lycahn, gazing at the scarred doll, narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured, "Although it lacks some body structure, the ether concentration has actually increased?"
"Wait, where's its [core]?"
After observing for a few seconds, Lycaen suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen the scarred doll [core] at all.
Even when it turned to ash, the core was still not visible!
how so?
Lycahn was shocked, completely unprepared for the current situation, but reality left him no time to think.
The next moment, the scarred doll moved!
With a bend in his knees, the scarred doll suddenly leaped high into the air, falling like a meteor, forcing Lycaon to jump back and dodge.
Before Lykan could create distance, the sharp scythe whistled through the air again, emitting a sharp cry.
Han!
Lycahn raised his hand to block, and once again clashed with him using his brass knuckles.
However, the scarred doll was too strong, and Lycahn's arm, which was holding it up, was gradually compressed and moved closer to his head.
Lycaon's face instantly turned ferocious, baring his fangs and revealing a fierce glint as he stared intently at the headless, wounded doll before him.
But the scarred doll, meeting Lycan's hostile gaze, slowly leaned forward, and though headless, whispered:
[Sorry...the bad reputation I have...makes them angry...]
The powerless words fell lightly. Lykan's eyes flickered slightly.
But the next moment, the scarred doll jumped up again and kicked Lycaen!
Bang!
Lykan crossed his arms to block, but involuntarily slid backward, his metal prosthetics sparking as they scraped against the ground.
Not far away, the Scarred Doll shattered the ice that Lycaen had previously frozen, and dust slowly rose up, rebuilding the Scarred Doll's head and left hand.
Suddenly, it turned its head:
You...can't escape. Since that's the case...go all out...and kill me...
As soon as he finished speaking, the scarred doll gripped the scythe tightly in its hand, and the blade suddenly burst forth with a rich purple light.
With a slash, a terrifying beam of light shot out from the ethereal blade.
Bang!
Amidst the thin icy mist, Lycahn shattered the blade's gleam with a single kick.
Beneath the crimson eyes hidden behind his high kick, Lycahn's fighting spirit was palpable.
"Thank you for the tip!"
"Now..."
Bang!
Lycahn slowly retracted his leg, then stomped on the ground and shot out like a cannonball!
"...With this power, I will send you to your eternal rest!"
Ice blue blossoms beneath pure white, and a fierce, monstrous wolf leaps forth.
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