Not far away, the Eight-Armed Skeleton Anan appeared unaffected by the impact of the Energy Wave. He quietly watched Pandora and the Witch Demon Elder's actions, showing no interest in joining them, with a look of indifference.
What he was interested in now were bone materials, bone materials, and bone materials.
With a slight tilt of his head, he glanced at the crowd of Magic Puppets made by the Witch Demon Elder beside him. He found that the Soul Fire of all the Magic Puppets had extinguished and lost their life force. Reaching out, he gently tapped on the nearest Magic Puppet, and with a "crash," like dominoes, a large piece of the Magic Puppets fell, shattering into bone fragments on the ground.
The Ghost Fire in the eye sockets of the Eight-Armed Skeleton Anan flickered a few times, quite surprised. The next moment he shrugged his shoulders, feeling no moral pressure, and unhesitatingly began picking up the bones, like picking money off the street.
