Chapter 212: Audience Reappears

Everyone was stunned.

They looked at the figure frantically chewing the Soul-Shattering Bead on the roof, their brains crashing simultaneously...

Why isn't he dead yet?!

Is he crazy???

These two thoughts appeared in their minds, and for a moment, they couldn't tell which was the point. They didn't understand; his body was clearly shattered like that, how could he still move??

Furthermore, Soul-Shattering Evidence Gathering only required consuming one struggling soul to perform. Even Jian Changsheng only consumed four souls in a row. And the man in red before them had actually chewed up the entire Soul-Shattering Bead?!

Inside it were thousands upon thousands of struggling souls, enough to obliterate the same soul ten million times!

Swallowing them all into his body in one breath? How was that different from committing suicide ten million times in one second?

The man in red’s chewing sound made one’s scalp tingle. Those soul faces released from the gray crystal struggled frantically, but they couldn't escape that bloody mouth full of glass shards. A wisp of white smoke, almost condensed into substance, spread frantically, rolling into his mind like a vortex!

The wails of countless souls mixed in the cold wind, moaning over the Star Chamber of Commerce... Even the Paper Puppeteer and Pu Shu, two powerhouses who had achieved something in their respective divine paths, felt a sense of horror at this moment.

Yan Xishou, the old butler, and others beside them were even paler, looking at the red-clad figure on the roof as if looking at a demon!

As those souls were all swallowed, the ear-piercing chewing sound gradually stopped. Faint white smoke shrouded the roof, and the world fell into deathly silence again.

The Paper Puppeteer’s eyes narrowed slightly, watching the blurry red-clad figure through the white smoke...

He just stood there quietly, motionless.

He was dead.

Even though his broken body still maintained a standing posture, even though his scarlet mouth still had crystal slag remaining, even though that bright red opera robe was still fluttering in the wind...

But he was truly, definitely dead, and dead thoroughly.

Seeing this scene, the Paper Puppeteer breathed a sigh of relief in his heart... This man in red was bizarre in every way. Just a moment ago, he even thought the other party was unkillable, but fortunately, no one could survive after receiving that level of injury.

If he didn't die even after this, how would that be any different from a monster?

The Paper Puppeteer clapped his hands calmly and turned to walk toward the crowd: "Let’s go... it’s over."

The black-clad Pu Shu took a deep look at the man in red, who was still standing in the white smoke, feeling some lingering fear, but he still followed the Paper Puppeteer toward the crowd not far away.

【Audience Expectation +1】

【Audience Expectation +1】

【Current Expectation: 66%】

【Connection to actor lost, performance interrupted】

【Audience Expectation -50】

【Current Expectation: 16%】

【Warning! Warning!】

【Audience is intervening in the performance!】

The Paper Puppeteer looked at the old butler and others in front, whose expressions were gradually becoming terrified, and confusion appeared in his eyes:

"The person is already dead, what are you still looking at here?"

No one answered his question. Their gazes were fixed in a certain direction as if nailed by something. Their faces were visibly pale, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.

A cold wind with a rich bloody smell brushed against the cheeks of the Paper Puppeteer and Pu Shu.

They suddenly stopped in their tracks.

The Paper Puppeteer vaguely sensed something wrong and turned to look behind him. His pupils contracted sharply!

On the roof where the white smoke was rolling, the bloody figure that had been broken into pieces suddenly twisted bizarrely. Obscured by the smoke, everyone couldn't see clearly, only seeing him inflate bit by bit like a balloon, with countless tentacle-like things extending from his body...

"What... the hell is that thing?!!" The black-clad Pu Shu saw this scene, his pupils contracting slightly.

The next moment, the red shadow on the roof disappeared out of thin air.

Before everyone could recover, a huge shadow instantly shrouded them. Pu Shu and the Paper Puppeteer looked up at the same time, only to see a sun made of red paper floating bizarrely and silently above them, with countless red paper strips like snakes extending from it;

Looking from afar, it looked like a red sun and rays of light drawn crookedly by a child with crayons.

A terrifying pressure descended on the shoulders of the Paper Puppeteer and Pu Shu. Their expressions changed drastically. The Paper Puppeteer seemed to have sensed something and shouted immediately:

"Watch out!!"

Whoosh—!!

Before the Paper Puppeteer could finish speaking, dense red paper tentacles fell like raindrops, instantly piercing through the dozen guards around them. They were like people who had stumbled into a forest of thorns, their bodies completely nailed to the ground, scarlet blood staining the earth along the paper strips.

Pu Shu reacted extremely quickly, dismantling himself into countless brushstrokes and disappearing on the spot, thus avoiding the fate of being turned into a hedgehog. As for the Paper Puppeteer on the side, he turned and rushed toward the rear!

Two paper dolls flew up on the spot, folding themselves in mid-air at an astonishing speed, turning into a giant paper umbrella with a diameter of two or three meters, held over Yan Xishou and the old butler. The scarlet paper strips stabbed at the surface of the paper umbrella, slightly misaligned by the elastic traction, and deflected in all directions.

The old butler under the paper umbrella broke out in a cold sweat, and Yan Xishou’s legs went weak, almost kneeling directly on the ground.

"Run! This guy is also a Tier 5! I might not be able to protect you!"

The Paper Puppeteer came under the paper umbrella, the sticky notes in his hand folding rapidly, turning into a long, slender paper knife which he held in his hand, cutting off several scarlet tentacles in succession.

He stared fixedly at the red paper sun hanging in mid-air, his face full of shock and dread... He didn't know where this disaster came from, but from it, the Paper Puppeteer felt an unprecedented sense of fear.

The old butler didn't hesitate at all, grabbed Yan Xishou beside him, and left toward the distance under the escort of the large paper umbrella. Dense paper strip tentacles hit the umbrella surface like raindrops, making a sharp tearing sound.

This paper umbrella seemed to be unable to hold on much longer.

The Paper Puppeteer took a deep breath and stabbed the paper knife in his hand hard into the earth. A domain rapidly expanded from under his feet, and bright paper dolls crawled out from the ground...

Surrounded by these paper dolls, the Paper Puppeteer finally regained a trace of security. He gritted his teeth and looked up, muttering to himself:

"We are both Tier 5, do you really think I’m afraid of you??"

As the words fell, dozens of paper dolls spread their arms and took off from the scarred earth like a flock of birds, swarming toward the scarlet paper sun!