This time, the Fatty didn't excitedly assume that the Water Lord had died again and again. He had complete faith in the Water Lord's vitality, and the facts proved him right. After the Mud Giant's head was smashed apart, a figure flew backward. The Water Lord landed and staggered back several steps before steadying himself. Thick green blood ran from his head, leaving him looking rather battered.
Seeing this, Wu Yingying wanted to step in and help, but the Water Lord shouted her down. "No need! I can handle these nobodies with one hand tied behind my back!"
Wu Yingying's serious injuries hadn't healed. She'd only been forcing herself to stay on her feet with sheer willpower, and even if she'd been able to fight, she couldn't have changed the course of the battle. The Water Lord knew that too.
With the Mud Giant destroyed and enemies closing in on all sides, the Water Lord used countless thick vines to keep them at bay. But against foes of this caliber, the vines were clearly outmatched. They could only drive them back, not kill them.
Amid the fierce battle, a figure darted past the vines at incredible speed and charged at the Water Lord. It was an old man carrying a heavy sword. The weapon was nearly as long as he was, and it had no edge; when swung, it was more like a spiked club. He fought with a brute-force style, overpowering his enemies through sheer strength.
More horrifying still, the old man's eyes had rotted away, and his face was covered in livor mortis. Yet this long-dead corpse displayed astonishing strength, smashing through the Water Lord's last wall of vines with a single blow. There was no doubt that the old man was among the strongest of those still