After the strange infants were killed, Ghost-Faced Granny, who had controlled them, immediately suffered a backlash. The one strange infant that had escaped shrieked and vented its fury on her, clawing viciously at her cheek and tearing away her only remaining ear, the right one.
But in the little time they had bought, a figure had already appeared silently before the Old President. Facing this powerful enemy, whom ordinary attacks couldn't harm, River Goddess struck back with a Nether Butterfly.
The Nether Butterfly was dazzling, beating its deep-blue wings as it drifted along, seemingly at ease. In truth, it was astonishingly fast. It traced a graceful curve through the air and flew straight toward the Old President's mouth.
But a split second before it could touch his teeth, a cloud of black mist suddenly surged from the Old President's mouth, engulfed the butterfly, and corroded it away in an instant.
The single milky-white eye that remained fixed on River Goddess. The Old President swung a palm at her with incredible speed. Caught off guard, River Goddess flew back like a kite with its string cut. Even with the mortician's help, she hit the ground hard.
A sharp whistle cut through the air behind him. From the sound alone, it was clear the weapon was razor-sharp. But just as the Old President was about to turn and meet his attacker, his legs suddenly stopped obeying him.
A dazzling butterfly had landed on his knee, its wings fanning lazily. By then, a thin layer of frost had already formed over both his legs.
It was the second Nether Butterfly!
There was no time left. Amid everyone's desperate hope, the sharp whistle of the weapon ended as it struck the Old President's shoulder. This final blow, fueled by all of Chen Ran's strength,