Ao Ze's furious strike had been immensely satisfying, leaving him feeling much more refreshed.
However, in the very next second, his expression froze on his face.
The water snake he had blasted apart was rapidly reassembling at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, it had already recovered completely.
This familiar sight instantly dredged up a mountain of unpleasant memories for Ao Ze, and he couldn't help cursing aloud...
"What the hell is wrong with these humans?! Are none of them capable of dying?!!"
It was the same familiar routine, the same familiar recipe, and it sent Ao Ze's mentality straight into an explosion.
By now, White Butcher had long since seen through him. Ao Ze was the typical sort who had always had smooth sailing and never suffered a loss, which had directly left him lacking in experience and poorly suited to fighting from a disadvantage.
If he had been replaced by a seasoned veteran, he would have realized at once that the water snake before him was a spell.
There was no point tangling with the water snake here. He had to deal with the mage controlling it from behind.
Of course, Ao Ze falling into this misconception also had plenty to do with the Vajra Realm skeletons he had encountered before, which had caused him to develop a certain habitual way of thinking.
In truth, even if he had really realized what was going on and gone after Jabbar and the others, it would have been useless.
White Butcher had been prepared for this long ago. Harar and Hans were also on that ship now, and with Jabbar, a Saint Realm Mage, working with them, if Ao Ze dared come over, they would dare kill him!
The water snake, having rapidly