"Ahhh!!!"
Shen Ran couldn't bear the lethal force of Lan An's thousand-year-old demonic power, letting out a shriek from his mouth.
The seemingly light and harmless leaves sliced through his skin and flesh like sharp blades.
The silhouette of Shen Ran the opponent had transformed into could no longer hold, revealing a real hideous face soon.
He wore ragged clothes on his body, his soul was as thin as a skeleton, his cheekbones quite high, and his eye sockets sunken.
This particular appearance was none other than the Starved Puppet.
From below Lan An's right shoulder, tree branches, with every leaf it shot out, kept on growing without stop.
A countless number of blade-like leaves swarmed towards the Starved Puppet to attack.
In a blink of an eye, the opponent was tormented to raise the white flag.
"Enough, it hurts! Spare me!!!"
The Starved Puppet, whose soul still retained the skeletal figure from when it was alive, grimaced, letting out a chaotic shriek.
