CHAPTER 563: CHAPTER 345: THE DEATH OF THE BLACK COCOON

At this moment, the Mechanical Buddha clasped its two palms together in front of its chest, covering the Thunder Ball that was about to explode.

"Boom—!" Black lightning burst forth from its palms, roaring like a beast of darkness.

The Mechanical Buddha’s two palms shattered simultaneously, extinguishing the lightning between them, barely preserving the integrity of the Mechanical Buddha’s body.

It was left with only two palms.

The Father of Puppets sighed, "You really have pushed me to my limits."

Gu Zhuo Case climbed up from the ground a hundred meters away, the Clock Tower’s hands spinning rapidly, landing at "2 o’clock" with a "click-clack," and he activated a superpower he had used once before:

—"Transfer the Clock Tower holder’s body to the position from two seconds ago"!

Thus, Gu Zhuo Case’s body once again returned to the front of the Mechanical Buddha, suspended in the air.

The Father of Puppets had suffered once from this trick, losing a body entirely—if it weren’t for that substitute body, his head would have been crushed by the Ghost Bell’s bare hands.

At this moment, it’s impossible for him to be caught by the same trick again, so the Mechanical Buddha lifted its last two palms, enveloped in steam and frenzy, aiming to crush the Ghost Bell in mid-air, intending to turn it into a smear of blood!

But just then, a golden clock suddenly appeared in Gu Zhuo Case’s eyes. The clock spun at high speed, and the flow of time around him suddenly slowed, which included the Mechanical Buddha’s two palms making them extremely slow.

It was as if he and the surroundings no longer belonged to the same layer, only the silhouette of Gu Zhuo Case was adorned with a moonlight-like mercury sheen.

Gu Zhuo Case bypassed the two slowing palms and continued his trajectory towards the Father of Puppets.

The Mechanical Buddha’s four palms were all wasted, and now even the remaining two palms were surpassed by Gu Zhuo Case. At this moment, the Father of Puppets was truly isolated and helpless.

Gu Zhuo Case understood that the opponent no longer had another chance to resurrect using a false body; as long as he crushed the Father of Puppets’ head again, this battle would be over.

However, in that fleeting second, a strange figure suddenly appeared beside the Father of Puppets. It was a teenager wearing a white restraint gown. The boy’s figure was thin, like a bamboo pole ready to snap in the wind, his pupils empty, a pure white void.

The Father of Puppets raised his hand, touching the top of the boy’s head with his black-gloved right hand.

The next moment, an intense daylight-like brilliance erupted from the boy’s eyes, followed by the formation of an invisible barrier right in front of the Ghost Bell.

The Ghost Bell gritted his teeth, regardless of how he swung his arm blades forward, he couldn’t break that barrier, not even a crack was visible. He glared at the Father of Puppets, his enemy clearly in front of him, yet the barrier created by the boy in the restraint gown kept him isolated.

There’s no doubt that this restraint gown teenager was the Father of Puppets’ second Catastrophe Level puppet.

"Dad!" Gu Qiye was stunned.

The next moment, the Mechanical Buddha’s head rotated 180 degrees, its compassionate lamp-shaped eyes looking at the Ghost Bell.

Its mouth slowly opened, revealing a square opening, as Sanskrit echoed, flames spewed forth.

At that instant, the Ghost Bell fiercely leaped from the invisible barrier, shooting backward, but his right arm, shielded at the front, was still scorched by the incoming curtain of flames.

An entire arm vanished in an instant.

The one-armed Ghost Bell fell like a kite with a broken string, from mid-air to the sand below.

Gu Qiye transformed into a bolt of lightning, swiftly catching Gu Zhuo Case, the two tumbling backward together, dust and sand flying.

At this moment, Mu Long vibrated his wings, descending from the sky, diving towards the Father of Puppets, the long sword in his hand thrusting towards the Father of Puppets.

The restraint gown boy slightly raised his hand, and Mu Long was pushed away by a light curtain, shooting hundreds of meters away, while his wings tore apart, blood spraying, staining large patches of the wasteland like a flowing red river.

"Don’t you really want to know who turned Old Jingmai District into that state?"

The Father of Puppets placed both hands on the shoulders of the restraint gown boy from behind, like a benevolent old father, "He is the perpetrator, this is the puppet I used back then, I call him ’Star Caller’."

The restraint gown boy suddenly looked up at the night sky, a meteor mark appeared on his forehead, and the next moment a beam of white light shot skyward from the mark.

The two on the sand raised their heads, watching that meteor-like beam ascend to the sky, reaching beyond the clouds.

"That is..." Gu Zhuo Case rasped.

Gu Qiye was stunned in place, he still remembered that day at dusk, the world was stained blood-red, a meteor shot upward, transforming into countless columns of light crashing down, leveling the entire Old Jingmai District.

Someone died.

Many, many people died.

His mother was among them.

Gu Qiye deeply breathed, closed his eyes, the world at that moment suddenly seemed quiet.

.....

Five years ago in Old Jingmai District, meteor-like beams shattered the windows, illuminating the dim living room.

Su Zimai and Gu Qiye were curled up in the corner of the living room, Su Ying lunged forcefully, holding them tightly, kissing their foreheads fervently.

Finally, Su Ying covered their eyes with her hands.

At that time, in the darkness, Gu Qiye felt Su Ying’s right hand tremble, so despite being very scared, he tried to pry open Su Ying’s fingers, wanting to see his mother’s expression.