Chapter 279 Harvest

To be honest, Yu Sheng was quite surprised—both by the "ruthlessness" of that monster and by the "judgment" shown in its self-amputation at the critical moment.

His curiosity about this bizarre enemy was growing.

And the iron puppet, now missing an arm, stood quietly not far away. In the glow of the streetlights piercing through the dense fog, its tall figure looked like a beautiful yet strange statue, even... exuding a vague "saintliness."

The smiling metal face silently watched Yu Sheng. It slowly raised its remaining left arm, and the half-meter-long bladed fingertips made a slight clicking sound.

The functions of a living body were gradually collapsing. Yu Sheng's body swayed, then he lifted his head, draped in death, and slowly walked toward the "goddess statue" that seemed to possess a saintly quality.

The iron puppet stepped back half a step.