This ti, the clock hand pointed to six o’clock!
And the ability at this ti is: "Enlarge the shadow several tis to beco a shadow giant".
"You try defending again—!" Ghost Bell roared as he flew backward, but his shadow sprang up in an instant, violently expanding into a giant forty ters tall.
"Roar—!!!"
The shadow giant stood on the desert, roaring, and caught the incoming chanical palm with both arms.
"Oh? You didn’t use the ti-stopping ability this ti?" said the Father of Puppets. "Your ability is interesting; you can turn to a ti point every five seconds and then release the corresponding superpower."
The three hands covering the shoulder dispersed, and the Father of Puppets saw the light of day again.
The chanical Buddha fired with full force, using all five hands like machine-gun fire, five golden arms shot forward continuously, each palm smashing against the shadow giant’s body!
The whole world trembled, the shadow giant roared, stretching out his arms to withstand the chanical Buddha’s barrage.
Within just two seconds, the shadow giant’s body had been blasted dozens of ters long.
During the retreat, the deeply embedded legs in the sand furrowed a cliff-like trench, continuously swallowing sand and stones.
The Father of Puppets raised an eyebrow, "Gone?"
Indeed, in the mont he focused on the shadow giant, Ghost Bell had disappeared. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from the side, the Father of Puppets turned abruptly, seeing Ghost Bell leaping upward.
The sand exploded into dust, Ghost Bell shot upward like a crimson arrow, pierced through the five arms of the chanical Buddha, finally raising his arm blade angrily to attack the Father of Puppets.
However, just as Ghost Bell’s arm blade was about to graze the Father of Puppets’ neck, the Father of Puppets suddenly smiled.
"Too slow," he said calmly, "Do you think moving this slow could get close to ?"
As he spoke, the right palm of the chanical Buddha suddenly lifted, smashing upward at Ghost Bell’s body!
"Bang!"
In an instant, the giant palm shattered Ghost Bell’s chest armor, sending Ghost Bell flying skyward. He tore through the air like a cannonball, shooting straight up!
In just a second, Ghost Bell had been blasted to a height of three hundred ters, lifting his head, he could see the clouds.
"There’s nowhere to gain montum in the sky, even if you pause ti, there’s no way to reach the ground in two seconds," the Father of Puppets said slowly.
Five seconds later, the giant Clock Tower’s hand turned once again, the "click click" sound resonated through the desert.
Then, the clock’s hand stopped at the number "2", and the ability of this ti point was: "Return Ghost Bell to his position two seconds ago"!
And where Ghost Bell was two seconds ago needs no words.
In the next instant, Ghost Bell’s figure flashed from a height of three hundred ters to right in front of the Father of Puppets.
"Surprise, you beast—!" He grinned maliciously, showing a fierce and maniacal expression on his face.
"How is it possible..." The pupils of the Father of Puppets contracted infinitely, no matter how fast the chanical Buddha was, it was too late.
At this mont, Ghost Bell’s right palm had already grasped the Father of Puppets’ head, smashing it directly with sheer grip strength!
A mist of blood splattered, sprayed onto Ghost Bell’s tal breathing mask, his expression like a beast’s—fierce and exhilarated, with a scarlet flash in his gloomy pupils.
Yet, at this mont, Ghost Bell suddenly saw an unbelievable scene. He had just crushed the Father of Puppets’ head, when suddenly a new Father of Puppets appeared!
Still wearing an oversized trench coat, with bandages on his face, standing motionlessly on the shoulder of the chanical Buddha.
"Fortunately, I prepared a new body for this battle, otherwise, I would have been dead," said the Father of Puppets, "Indeed... Arrogance leads to self-destruction, only humbly strong people can survive to the end."
The next second, the chanical Buddha extended two arms, two gigantic palms clapping together like swatting a fly, enclosing the descending Ghost Bell.
"Haaah—!!!"
Ghost Bell roared as his body was squeezed in the center of the two enormous palms, the tal on his battle suit bursting layer by layer, countless cracks spreading over his whole body, even his tal breathing mask shattered, revealing half of his face!
Violent scriptures chanted from Buddha’s mouth, his eardrums shattered, blood flowed from his ear holes, eyes, and nostrils, turning him into a blood-covered man in almost an instant!
Ghost Bell’s face twisted, his blood-stained features nearly contorting together.
His skull slowly cracked, darker, redder blood flowed down from his forehead, dyeing his eyes completely red.
But he still refused to give up struggling, always trying to push outward with his arms, resisting the Buddha’s clasping palms.
He wanted to pry the two palms apart with brute force, but it was always in vain—both were Catastrophe Level, how could physical strength surpass the power of a summoned superpower?
The situation was nearly a deadlock, the clock hand had only turned once, Ghost Bell had three seconds left on the countdown to release the next ability.
And within these three seconds, Ghost Bell would be crushed between the chanical Buddha’s palms.
"Let hear your wails..." The Father of Puppets turned back from the Buddha’s shoulder, looking at Ghost Bell, admiring his struggle between the Buddha’s palms, "Even a Ti Series Superpower User is just like this."
Yet, just then, a thunderclap suddenly resonated across the desert.
"Boom—!"
Imdiately after, a jet-black lightning pierced through the swirling dust, rushing forward with unstoppable force, shooting up through the chanical Buddha’s foot, knee, back in an instant.
Then, it suddenly changed direction!
The lightning dashed upward along the Buddha’s back, shooting violently toward the direction of the Buddha’s palms, then abruptly pushed Ghost Bell caught in between.
In an instant, the black lightning pushed Ghost Bell, and together they escaped the gap between the palms!
The two palms of Buddha suddenly clasped together, ringing with a resounding clang.
"Boom boom boom—!"
In the next mont, the pitch-black lightning landed on the ground with Ghost Bell, the residual arcs of electricity faded in the air, and the silhouette wrapped in electric light finally revealed its true form, it was a young man with dium-length black hair.
Ghost Bell was stunned. He knelt on the ground, slowly lifting his head to look at the young man’s profile.
"Qiye..." he murmured.
"Old man," Gu Qiye looked up at the Father of Puppets, speaking softly, "I’ll settle the score with you once this battle is over."
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