"Bang!"
A puff of white smoke came from behind Beitiao Qian Naizi's buttocks.
Then, her plump body shot towards Lin Fan like a cannonball.
Her hideous face carried the threat of death.
At this moment, eight puppets had sealed the Drought demoness.
She had no choice but to fight with her true body.
"Quite a loud fart, but do you think it's useful?"
Lin Fan sneered coldly.
This was the best time to annihilate her.
A Puppet Master skilled in puppetry would surely have a weak and frail body.
She wouldn't be risking her life like this if she weren't at her wit's end.
However, this was simply a path to certain death.
Lin Fan formed a fist with his right hand, swinging it towards Beitiao Qian Naizi's oncoming fist.
A warrior's close combat with a Mage, she had no chance of surviving.
"Bang!"
Yet unexpectedly, just as their fists were about to clash.
Beitiao Qian Naizi's body suddenly exploded.
From what was once a corpulent body, countless black poison needles shot out.
