In this room now, only Ze in his paper form possessed a weapon that could be reluctantly considered sharp, so he alone had to take the leading role in the attack.
Interestingly, this was a rare occasion where Ze took action himself, due to the characteristics of his profession, his host form hardly had any combat abilities.
"Wha..." The Round Elder had not expected a figure he didn't recognize to appear in the room, let alone a paper being, a paper being with a sharp weapon, he was so shocked that he was about to cry out for help.
However, Ze had already rehearsed the scenario three times in his mind and naturally would not give the Round Elder any chance to call for help. The rudimentary sharp edge of his paper hand penetrated the Round Elder's vocal apparatus, and then Ze's body immediately pressed against it, blocking the airway as much as possible while continually stabbing the Round Elder's body with his paper hand.
