Our group stood on the riverbank beneath the waterfall, dozens of meters above, staring fixedly at the pool below.
Pan Ling's eyes widened as she continuously scanned the area beneath us.
The Ten Ghosts had already floated down...
A few seconds later, she suddenly pointed in a direction.
"Over there..."
We followed the direction of Pan Ling's finger and saw a red-clad figure slowly crawling toward the shore near the edge of the pool.
But at that moment, there were two splashes from the pool as Master and Immortal Wang Ye leaped into the air.
Each let out a low shout.
"Thunder Method; Thunder Slash!"
"Demon-Slaying Slash!"
In an instant, both attacks came crashing down at once, aimed directly at the Red Protector crawling onto the shore.
The Red Protector tried to dodge, but it was already too late.
With two booming blasts, the iron hook in Master's hand, crackling with electric arcs, struck directly into her head.
Immortal Wang Ye's Peachwood Sword also pierced straight through her chest...
The Ten Ghosts swiftly closed in, ready to provide support at any moment.
Seeing this, all of us were overjoyed.
"We did it!"
"We got her!"
"Junior Sister, did a soul appear?"
"No. It was probably blasted apart in that instant?"
"..."
Amid everyone's excitement, we did not hesitate and quickly made our way down around the side.
Following the mountain path beside us, we made several leaps and reached the pool below.
By the time we arrived beside Master and the others,
Master, Immortal Wang Ye, Daoist Qingshan, and the Ten Ghosts were standing before the corpse.
But the corpse had already turned into a desiccated husk, as though it had been dried up for decades.
"Master, the Red Protector is completely dead, right?"
I looked at the dried corpse