Her body slowly rose.
It seemed that in no time, she would join the other dolls and enter that inconceivable theater, becoming one of them, becoming part of Doll God Bolas's collection.
"Aise Grasna is going to fail?"
The concealed audience harbored thoughts of disbelief in their minds.
"Come on, girl."
On the balcony, Tang Qi's gaze was mostly fixed on Bolas, looking for the right moment to activate his Special Ability. Seeing Aise Grasna's predicament, he silently cheered her on without her knowing.
Then, the next second, a change occurred.
The girl, who had been moving slowly, suddenly stopped.
But she did not turn into a doll; instead, she curled her lips into a cold, mocking smile. At this moment, she was standing on top of the Puppet Theater, surrounded by thousands of dolls. The weapon in her hand disintegrated into shattered red dots and vanished.
In its place, was another kind of weapon.
No, to be precise, a group... of weapons.
