"Hey! You..."
Ji Xiaoge frowned slightly, but in the end, she didn't run up to stop Motan. Instead, she quietly took out Catherine's Valkyrie from her bag, filled it with rice, and half-kneeled on the ground to steadily aim at the Combat Puppet.
One step, two steps...
Motan stared intently at the puppet, struggling to move his feet. His heart grew colder with each step because the closer he got to it, the greater the oppressive feeling he experienced. He had every reason to believe that if they hadn't just passed what could be a test of courage, the mere presence of this thing would have drained his Physical Strength Value completely on this path.
Twenty-five meters...twenty meters...fifteen meters...
Motan cautiously moved within the exceptionally spacious stone chamber, his forehead and palms covered with sweat, yet the combat puppet in front of him, increasingly terrifying in his eyes, remained motionless.
[Could it be broken?]
