"Whoosh!"
Under the impact of the massive current, the director of the Heresy Tribunal was immediately pushed out of the water.
Although Lin Yu had held back, it had still been enough to hurl the old man directly into the air.
And for A'yu on the shore...
This was practically a decision that required no hesitation.
"Bang!"
A'yu had not even seen clearly what had emerged from beneath the water. After confirming that it was definitely neither Raymond nor Lin Yu, she had already pulled the trigger.
A flash of white pierced through the director of the Heresy Tribunal's body. Blood sprayed through the air, and then the director's body toppled backward.
But A'yu would never let him fall back into the water. She raised her hand and sent out a grappling claw, catching the director of the Heresy Tribunal and pulling him back.
By the time Lin Yu and Raymond had climbed back onto the shore, they saw A'yu pointing her gun at the director of the Heresy Tribunal.
The old man lay on the ground, looking extremely weak.
"Well done, Schreiber!"
A'yu's praise rang out. She looked at Lin Yu, who was drenched from head to toe. "You really helped us out there—you acted quickly enough."
As she spoke, she pointed toward the Monarch-level serpent descendant on the surface of the water.
"If you had been any later, this thing would have attacked."
Lin Yu looked in the direction A'yu had indicated and saw that the serpent descendant seemed to have completed its assimilation and synchronization with the stitched monster's soul inside its body.
The serpent descendant's mouth was already slightly open, and it looked much more nimble than before.
A'yu's barrage had inflicted quite a few injuries on it—but all of those wounds had now healed.
There