Everyone stared up in shock at the mighty Mud Giant, rampaging through the enemy ranks with unmatched power. Its dozens-of-meters-tall body was like a mountain, and standing behind it gave them an unparalleled sense of safety. Almost none of the long-established disciples could withstand a single blow from the giant. Even those who managed it were finished within three moves—either crushed underfoot or slapped into the ground so hard they couldn't be pried back out.
The Fatty hadn't believed it before, but now he did. Lord Water could take on not just a dozen opponents like these, but hundreds, and finish them in minutes!
The giant's momentum was unstoppable, its enormous body drenched in blood. The disciples swarmed toward it, fearless in the face of death, but against the giant, they were nothing more than ants trying to stop a chariot. As Lord Water roared, the battle became a one-sided slaughter. The giant's fighting spirit stirred the Fatty's own, and he felt he ought to say something to match the sheer exhilaration of the battle.
But as he racked his brain for something suitable, he realized he only had...
"Like a demon-slaying spirit descended from heaven, truly the God of War of the mortal realm!"
Watching the scene from below, Jiang Cheng couldn't help blurting it out.
The Fatty said, "That's right! That's exactly the feeling! Holy shit, holy shit, Lord Water is incredible!"
Unlike Jiang Cheng and the others, Wu Yingying had only just managed to regain some strength and get to her feet. As she watched the bloody slaughter, a hint of worry crossed her brow.
"What's wrong? Is something off?" Jiang Cheng asked.
Wu Yingying paused, then explained, "The people you're seeing are nothing but puppets. They died a long time ago, but they've been imprisoned in