Before his words had even faded, Wu vanished. When he reappeared, he was already just a few meters from the Chairman. His blade, originally just over a meter long, abruptly stretched out and stabbed toward the Chairman's back.
Wu's earlier attacks hadn't been ineffective. The wounds on the Chairman's shoulder and back were still there. That strike of Wu's had not only cut Shao Tong's body, but had also wounded the Chairman dwelling inside him. It was an exceedingly bizarre kind of attack, as if it could strike directly at the soul.
The Chairman didn't dare underestimate Wu. The two clashed at close quarters, and compared with before, the Chairman's strength had risen to an entirely new level. He could fight Wu hand to hand without falling behind in the slightest.
Amid the churning black mist, sinister faces kept appearing. They greatly disrupted Wu's attacks. Some wept, some laughed, and others whispered among themselves. Wu lost his focus, and several of his strikes went wide. The Chairman seized the opening and slammed a palm into his shoulder.
Wu endured the faces biting at him and swung his knife hilt back at the Chairman with all his might. After trading blows, they both retreated. The Chairman took three steps through the air and quickly steadied himself, while Wu had clearly suffered more. He tore back his tattered sleeve, revealing an arm covered in wounds, most of them bite marks.
What worried him more was the battle below. The River Goddess couldn't fight, and Water Lord alone, already wounded, couldn't hold out for long against this kind of relay attack.
He could tell that every one of the puppets below had mastered the Door of the Strange, but none of them could match him, Water Lord, or the River Goddess in a