The sound of drawing a blade echoed, as the baby spirit was slashed into ash by Sang Que, a crimson light flashed on the purely black Hundred Blade before quickly disappearing into the blade.
Sang Que and Xia Chan stepped into the little garden, standing back-to-back, wary of their surroundings.
The constables still wandered aimlessly around, countless baby spirits appeared on the rooftops and in the grass, like beasts ready to pounce and tear apart Sang Que and Xia Chan.
Amidst the sounds of mechanical devices, under the eaves of the surrounding corridors and houses, eerie puppets pieced together from half-human and half-wood hung suspended, their arms bristling with sharp blades that gleamed coldly.
There were no traces of the dwarfs and the Puppet Master; Sang Que had tried before, but here she could not unfold the Ghost Realm.
