"Awooo..."
The Strongest Puppet's entire right leg exploded, and it let out a piercingly tragic howl, its body swaying before it collapsed to the ground. Yet it still thrashed about, like a vigorous carp leaping from the river to the shore…
"It's still not dead?"
Sima Qing, lying on the rooftop of the building, slightly raised her head, almost disbelieving the scene she observed through her scope, her face filled with astonishment, and a trace of frustration flashed in her eyes.
There was something linguistically awkward about saying the puppet corpse "wasn't dead," since it was supposed to be dead already. However, given that it was still bouncing around after that shot, "not dead" seemed to be the only way to describe it.
The Eighth Stage of Yuanwu indeed possessed incomparable strength. Had the bullet struck the head or heart, the body might have been obliterated into a puff of bloody mist on the spot.
