Upon seeing the familiar smiling Clown mask, Miss Ghost Mask's heart tightened, her eyes sharpened, and she tensed as if facing a formidable enemy.
After all, she had seen the Grand Inquisitor's miraculous swordplay just the night before, how could she not be afraid?
Furthermore, her gaze briefly caught the section of the snapped tree that had been cut, and when the smooth, burr-free cut entered her vision, she couldn't help but inhale sharply, feeling a coldness that made her teeth ache.
"You call this thing 'sending resources'?"
Miss Ghost Mask complained inwardly.
She had originally thought to eliminate a few Clown Phantoms first to acquire High-Level Magic and equipment, but now...
It was too much for her, far too much.
Instinctively, Miss Ghost Mask thought of running away, but after taking only a few steps, she turned her head back and furrowed her brow.
Wait a moment, this Clown Phantom seemed not too bright.
