Li Zhiyuan stepped forward, his eyes wide open, activating Underworld vision.
In this newfound perspective, the mud effigy in front of him looked entirely enveloped in black mist, covered in cracks as if it were a piece of porcelain shattered on the ground and then carefully glued back together piece by piece.
She had mostly been patched up, except for her eyes which remained dark empty pits.
Given a little more time, her eyes too would have been restored; even if broken and tattered, she would have at least appeared whole.
No wonder she dared to provoke first; she felt she could stand up again soon.
Li Zhiyuan deeply realized that choosing his own approach and following the cause and effect was incredibly right.
It allowed him to take the initiative and act before the opponent was fully restored.
Hands in pockets, he kneaded some sealing clay, then drew curses on each arm.
