Without the Art Student's overwriting, the painting was like a Divine Lamp with its lid removed. The trapped Elf within lost its bindings and seeped out towards the layers beyond.
Its arms, with sharp nails, burst out from the wall as if puncturing through a layer of plastic film.
[Howl——]
As soon as the Sneering Angel's body seeped out from the painting, it immediately took on a semi-translucent, ghostly appearance. Perhaps because it finally escaped the ball cage, it exuded a sense of deep relief, much like someone who has been constipated finally having a release.
However, what awaited it was not freedom, but Old Mo.
Old Mo didn't give it any chance, directly entangling it with golden aura around its arms, reaching out and grabbing its wings, his pose exactly that of a farmer catching a big white goose.
