GURGLE—
Bob's neck was firmly grasped by the icy armored hand, his bulky body suspended in the air. Veins bulged on his pitch-black face, his features were distorted, and his mouth hung unconsciously half-open as he struggled to draw in oxygen.
His right arm was already twisted like a pretzel. Pale shards of bone pierced his skin, boring through. A pool of blood had formed on the steps leading to the church, with the "Sleep Life" cookie floating quietly atop it.
His left hand rested feebly on Miss Chai's palm, trying to pry her fingers from his neck.
However, the durability of the Qinge Armor depended on the strength of the Spiritual Body within. After Miss Chai had absorbed a portion of the Yin energy from the Misty Territory, she was far more powerful than before. Let alone Bob, who was merely a player specializing in the arcane arts; even if he were a player from the Fighting branch focused on physical conditioning, he wouldn't stand a chance against her in raw power.
"Wait!"
