In the wooden hut, the three-foot figure on the offering table collapsed with a crash.
In that instant, the figure's gaze met the Daoist soldier's in the firelight.
From calm to collapse, from shock to extinction.
All in just a moment.
Eventually, all the light in those eyes vanished.
Then, with a cracking sound, the eerie blue flame shield shattered completely. On the spear, Heart Fire blazed fiercely.
In just an instant, it used the three-foot figure on the offering table as kindling, crackling as it burned—
No, that's not right.
Chen Xu sensed across the distance and suddenly realized that what was burning wasn't a flesh and blood body at all?
This was clearly just a paper doll!
So unexpected, yet so reasonable.
Chen Xu had actually suspected that the three-foot figure on the offering table might not be a flesh and blood body, but he only guessed that it might be some kind of puppet or an embodiment outside the body.
He didn't expect that it was actually a paper doll.
