As the sharp scythe slashed down, Lycahn sidestepped and kicked it away, then swung back and struck it squarely in the abdomen.
The scarred doll was kicked away and fell to the ground. It quickly rolled backward and got up. Instead of using the scythe, it waved its left arm, which looked like a corpse, to block the way!
Lycahn squinted and dodged to the side.
Sure enough, this desiccated left arm held a hidden secret, bursting forth with purple light at the last moment.
The five curled fingers came together and slammed down, smashing a hole through the floor.
Downstairs, the skeletons looked up blankly, their large cores peeking through the small hole.
But soon, Lycaon launched another attack.
Now that the Scarred Doll's counterattack has been exhausted, it's time for Lycaon to strike back!
Then, stepping on a flash of cold light, Lycahn kicked out from a distance.
The surrounding cold air instantly gathered together, forming an ice ball, which was then kicked out by Lycahn with a fierce kick, sending it flying with a whoosh.
The scarred doll raised its left hand, and the perfectly round ice ball was crushed on the spot.
But the instant it was crushed, the icy mist inside spread out completely, instantly obscuring the entire vision of the wounded doll!
The scarred doll remained expressionless, but a chill ran through it.
Before it could react, a huge fist suddenly tore through the ice mist, its fierce power enveloping it, and the punch landed squarely on the chest of the wounded doll!
Bang!
The wounded doll was hit and jumped back a few steps. The sharp scythe swung down in a backhand strike, but the feeling it transmitted back told it that it had not hit anything!
Lycaon, having gained the upper hand, seemed to vanish, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, flicking its tongue as it sought another opportunity.
Buzz!
Buzz!
The scarred doll aimlessly swung its sword twice, hoping to get lucky, but gained nothing.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, it quickly turned around.
But it was too late. Lycaon kicked it in the back, and the already sparse fur on the scarred doll was immediately covered with another layer of thin ice.
The scarred doll stared intently in the direction from which Lycaon had just attacked, and then slashed out with its blade.
But in the thick ice fog, it was no longer the Scarred Doll's domain. Lycahn had long since left that place, circled around behind the Scarred Doll, and kicked it out again.
I've got you...
As soon as he kicked, Lycahn's pupils suddenly contracted. Instead of the familiar sensation he felt when he kicked the toes, it felt like he had kicked cotton.
Sure enough, the scarred doll had turned to dust, and then quickly reformed.
He had been facing away from Lycaon just moments before, but in an instant he was standing facing Lycaon, and his scythe suddenly slashed down!
Han!
Like needle against wheat awn, scythe against metal prosthetic limb, in the end Lycan was no match and slid backward.
The Scarred Doll slashed down again, but Lycaon was hidden in the icy mist once more, losing its target once more!
Ice fog, ice fog, what an annoying thing!
The scarred doll gripped the scythe tightly, and the handle immediately creaked.
Then, it slammed down, the end of the handle digging deep into the floor.
In an instant, the purple light became dazzling!
Since the ice fog is so troublesome, let's change the battlefield to one where there's no ice fog to block our view!
boom!
In an instant, the ethereal light illuminated the entire floor, dazzling everyone's eyes.
Whether it was Lina and the others who were rushing over, or Fagga and Ellen who were far away in the emergency power generation room, they all heard the roar of the explosion at that moment, and everyone was stunned.
Falling...
Falling...
The Balai Building is the culmination of the Balai brothers' life's work, with each floor constructed in a magnificent and opulent style.
However, each floor is quite tall, ranging from five to seven meters in height.
For Lycaon, who was still in the midst of a fierce battle, the sudden loss of his foothold was self-evident.
The scarred doll slowly walked over and gazed at Lycahn, whose body was half buried in the ruins.
Although he was still struggling, he no longer had the ability to escape.
And so, the scarred doll raised its scythe!
(Three minutes late, this is the third update today)
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