In the Yellow River.
Kuafu and Yinglong had battled the Water Demon Beast for three days and three nights, slaying it over and over. Yet this demonic beast seemed to possess a truly "undying body," always returning to life, leaving the Witch and the dragon at a complete loss.
Meanwhile, Feng Ling had rescued all the surviving members of the Human Race, but compared with their numbers before the Water Demon Beast struck... fewer than half remained.
Yes, aside from the tribes that had already moved away from the Yellow River basin, more than half the humans still settled there had perished horribly in the flood. Grief overwhelmed Feng Ling. Clutching the Heavenly Serpent Staff, she turned to look at the Water Demon Beast being savagely beaten by Kuafu and Yinglong. She bit her lip, then flew toward it.
"You monster, today I will..."
"Roar!" Just as Feng Ling was about to unleash the Heavenly Serpent Staff's last reserves of power and sacrifice her own life in an attempt to seal the Water Demon Beast, a beast's roar suddenly rang out. Looking toward the sound, she saw a huge Turtle-Snake flying rapidly toward them. A man stood upon its back. He was... Zhenwu!
At the sight of Zhenwu, Feng Ling froze, her eyes widening. How could this be? Zhenwu was clearly dead, and why had his aura become so powerful?
Feng Ling looked utterly bewildered.
"You demonic beast! You destroyed our lands and slaughtered our people. Today, I will make you pay!" Back in the Yellow River basin, Zhenwu shouted at the Water Demon Beast below. Then he tightened his grip on the Demon-Slaying Sword and swung it through the air toward the beast.
"Whoosh!" An arc of light shot out, instantly severing one of the Water Demon Beast's heads.