The terrifying evil wind swept back, Feng Yuhuai's cheek muscles seemed to be pounded by the strong wind, forming a hollow depression.

Her scalp exploded, and in a hurry, she quickly raised her hand to block in front of her chest.

"Puppet Technique: Disintegrated Doll!"

Countless threads as thin as silk suddenly surged from her arms, weaving rapidly in an instant as if they had taken on a life of their own, forming a layer of soft cotton-like armor.

Almost at the same moment, from her arm to half her body, the human aspect seemed to shed away, as if magically transformed into a bloodless, fleshless rag doll.

Bang! Puff!

The rag doll's arms were pierced through, and the soft cotton fabric of the chest was deeply indented, rippling out circles of air waves.

The floor beneath the doll let out a groan under unbearable stress, concrete cracking with countless rifts, the rebar inside dented and broken.

With a rumbling loud noise.

The floor collapsed, and the rag doll, like a cannonball shot out, slammed forcefully onto the floor below, rebounding with astonishing strength after the crash.

Feng Yuhuai's vision went dark, even though she had transformed into a rag doll, she could still feel that terrifying power surging within her body, as if the whole world were trembling.

Her head felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, unbearably stuffy, and even the doll's body could not fully resist dissipating this horrifying impact.

The doll transformation state was difficult to maintain, and Feng Yuhuai was instantly forced back into human form.

Blood spurted out from her mouth, dark as ink, she could feel her internal organs suffering various degrees of damage, her tendons and bones fractured on a large scale, especially the muscles on her arm, almost pulverized.

Even more terrifying, a crack even appeared on Feng Yuhuai's skull, within the ghastly white fissure, the inner scene was barely visible: writhing brain matter and shivering thread cotton mixed together, like tofu brain mixed with cotton swaying.

Such injuries would have been fatal to ordinary people, enough to leave them breathless in an instant.

However, for the semi-puppetized Feng Yuhuai, she could still barely maintain her life.

As long as there was still some "blood food" left over from her last meal, the essence not yet fully consumed.

That is to say, as long as the Puppet Mother clone parasitized in her body had not been struck into starvation, an endless stream of threads could pour out from within her, enabling her to continuously use various incredible puppet techniques, perpetually mending her broken and ragged body.

"Praise the Puppet Mother!"

For the first time, a genuine surge of praise filled Feng Yuhuai's heart, sincerely extolling the great power of the Puppet Mother.

Even at that moment, an unexpected wave of gratitude towards Feng Mu rose within her heart.

After all, tracing the source, if it weren't for Feng Mu inadvertently putting her under the Puppet Mother's sight, bringing about that decisive parasitic transformation, Feng Yuhuai might have already turned into an unrecognizable lump of rotten flesh by now.

In a split second, various thoughts flashed through Feng Yuhuai's mind, then her attention instantly refocused, looking up towards the rooftop.

There, the center of the floor had already collapsed, forming a giant hole, several floorboards twisted like a jigsaw puzzle toyed with by Destiny, barely connected by the distorted rebars, tenuously shaking like broken threads hanging in precarious suspension.

They tilt downwards, paving, as if obediently under the feet of that man radiating a terrifying presence, a winding and suspended descent of steps.

Thud….Thud…

The corpse of Cang Qingsen seemed unwilling to remain lonely on the rooftop, sliding down the incline, falling to land just a few meters away from Feng Yuhuai.

Feng Yuhuai's pupils constricted, her gaze daring not to shift, staring unblinkingly at the man on the rooftop.

The latter looked down from above, one hand gently supporting his glasses' frame, appearing gentle and elegant, while the other hand emitted waves of heat, with broken red threads hanging, looking terrifying and violent.

"Who brought such a madman to me?"

Feng Yuhuai felt a chill in her heart, the blood trickling down her forehead slipping into her eyes, making her gaze even more sinister and venomous.

"Nice gaze, but unfortunately, you can't kill with your eyes."

Zheng Hang walked down the winding steps neither hurriedly nor slowly, the reflection under the cold lenses penetratingly cruel to the bone,

"Yuhuai, let me teach you a lesson. When facing an enemy who can kill you, no matter how much you hate them, show meekness like a lamb, otherwise…"

Feng Yuhuai's eyes narrowed sharply into pinpoints, the figure in her vision still descending the steps, but that voice—it came from behind her head.

"Otherwise, you'll really die!"

Feng Yuhuai felt chilled to the bone. Without thinking, she twisted her waist, spun around, and aimed a slanting kick backward.

Snap!

The tip of her foot seemed to strike an iron board. With a gentle touch, she suddenly retreated with the recoil, sliding her other toe on the ground, as her whole body withdrew explosively.

Behind her, Zheng Hang's face, which made her heart palpitate, indeed came into view. Feng Yuhuai quickly turned her head to glance at the figure on the steps.

The figure descending the steps maintained a steady pace, moving down slowly.

However, at the moment he took another step, the figure abruptly vanished, as if erased by an invisible rubber.

"It's that kind of ghost shadow again. Those ghost shadows are not just illusory remnants; they can move?!!"

Feng Yuhuai felt the man before her becoming more and more sinister. She twisted her waist to retreat, her hands flicking, shooting out threads that embedded into the surrounding walls.

Then she pulled with momentum, her entire body soaring through the air. Using the continually tugging and changing threads, she shifted position in mid-air and in an instant, escaped tens of meters away.

Feng Yuhuai watched as a string of ghost shadows trailed behind her, pursuing Zheng Hang. She suddenly skidded to a stop, channeling all her Strength into her right hand.

"You can't kill me!!!" Feng Yuhuai shrieked sharply, "Puppet Technique: Red Extreme Bite!"

All her energy and blood burned intensely, her right arm suddenly swelling and bursting, countless red threads howling and surging, converging into a giant cannibal flower with a bloodthirsty maw aimed directly at Zheng Hang's head.

At the same time, Feng Yuhuai's left leg twisted like it had no bones, instantly tearing through the air, emitting a hissing sound, and astutely and viciously kicked at Zheng Hang's lower body.

This move was the most sinister strike of the Snake Transformation Force—Snake Tail Whip!

The dual kill strikes launched simultaneously, like two sharp returning spears, unexpectedly stabbing at Zheng Hang's vital points.

One up, one down, one bright, one dark, two forces intertwined into a death trap, with overwhelming momentum, fiercely piercing towards Zheng Hang's fatal areas, leaving him with no escape, impossible to defend against.

Zheng Hang's face remained unperturbed, his gaze dark and deep, disdainfully saying, "Alright, this affectionate farce ends here!"

Zheng Hang stood in place, quickly raising his arm, and spread his five fingers. Eerie white finger bones snapped out, like five sinister sickle hooks, swiftly sweeping from bottom to top.

The air rippled visibly, an overwhelming, indescribable chill whooshing into the cannibal flower's giant mouth.

Simultaneously, Zheng Hang's right foot lifted and blocked, fiercely countering Feng Yuhuai's kick.

In the brutal confrontation, Feng Yuhuai's toe pierced like an arrow towards the opponent's knee, but the Snake Tail Whip's venomous fangs shattered instantly.

A crisp crack echoed through the air, and Feng Yuhuai's toes felt intense pain, her whole body becoming unstable, teetering on the brink of collapse.

And the swinging cannibal flower suddenly halted mid-air, as if its Destiny's throat had been choked.

It was pierced by an iron hand, shattering layer by layer, like relentless scissors madly tearing it apart from within, shredding it into countless flying petals.

"Yuhuai, you must understand that when someone is killed, they die; if you don't die, be grateful, for that's the depth of my love for you!"

In the rain of scattered petals, a voice full of enigmatic banter echoed, as if whispering softly by the ear like the Death God's murmur.

This voice, like a ghostly blue flame in the night wind, was irresistibly etched deep into Feng Yuhuai's soul, echoing repeatedly in her mind on lonely nights, lingering for a long time.

Feng Yuhuai's pupils gradually became unfocused. Was it a hallucination before death? She seemed to see the illusion of another face on that nearby face?

Before she could think further, she was startled by a hand descending from the sky, suddenly clawing towards her chest with immense ferocity.

Moreover, before her skin was touched, a shrill, sharp crane's cry sounded by her ears, like a blade tearing through the sky.

The fierce wind before her chest was like raging waves, ferocious and vehemently tearing her clothes into shreds. The force was so violent that even Feng Yuhuai's "puppet-like" body felt the threat of death.

With a sharp hiss, unbearably piercing, flesh and bones seemed to be torn by invisible potent force, delicate flesh turning into shattered meat residue, splattering everywhere.

Feng Yuhuai's body bowed into the shape of a shrimp instantly, flying backward, tracing a tragic arc in the air, crashing heavily into a pile of debris.

Then, as if a malicious joke played by Destiny, her body finally landed right onto Cang Qingsen's corpse.

Subsequently, her body slid down powerlessly, like a puppet that had lost its strings, collapsing and slipping down, quietly resting atop the pancaked corpse beneath…

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