"D-Did he die again?" The Fatty was practically in tears. They were all top-tier monsters, but this was just pathetic. One butterfly from the River Goddess had reduced the Water Lord to ashes.
Tang Qisheng looked even more ashen. His voice trembled as he said, "This time... this time, it looks like he really is dead. Look, the Water Lord has turned to ash."
They weren't particularly close to the Water Lord. They were crying so miserably only because, with him dead, they would be next.
Wu Yingying hadn't expected to defeat the Water Lord so easily either. Cautiously, she stepped forward. The terrifying butterfly danced before the Water Lord's remains.
After the Water Lord died, all the vines from earlier withered and slumped to the ground. It looked like they would soon shrivel up completely.
Just as Wu Yingying was about to approach the remains, the gray-white husk suddenly collapsed. Apart from the outer shell, there was... nothing inside!
Wu Yingying reacted instantly, retreating at once, but she was still a step too slow. A vine lying crooked on the ground suddenly burst apart, and a figure shot out, appearing behind her in an instant.
Wu Yingying clenched her fist and twisted in midair, throwing a punch behind her. The Water Lord's figure, however, acted completely out of character. Instead of striking with lethal force, he quickly tapped her neck with a fingertip, then used the force of her punch to retreat.
The punch had been hurried, but it still carried considerable force. The Water Lord landed and staggered back three steps before managing to steady himself.
Tang Qisheng, watching from the sidelines, was so anxious he scratched his head. He'd thought that sneak attack would at least cripple the female ghost, even if it didn't kill her.
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