Squelch, squelch!
"You bitch... you'll never... die in peace..."
The pockmarked man who had thrust himself between the two sharp swords wore a face full of defiance, like a ruined blossom ravaged by a gale. The saber in his hand still struggled in its final death throes, like a candle flickering in the wind.
"I'll gladly take your fortuitous treasures!"
Squelch! Squelch!
Shui Zhiqiu raised her swords and brought them down, gutting him as deftly as a master butcher carving an ox. The scene was bloody and brutal.
The other enemies rushing to reinforce him turned pale with fright. Like headless flies, they found themselves caught between advancing and retreating.
If they surrounded and attacked the three women, they might lose and be killed instead. But if they stayed back, the resources Senior Brother Ma had gathered would fly away like a cooked duck escaping their grasp.
In the few seconds they spent hesitating, Shui Zhiqiu swept through the pockmarked man's Storage Ring like a starving tiger pouncing on its prey, stripping it clean.
"Retreat! Get back to my brother and the others!"
Shui Zhiqiu's sharp call rang clear and sweet, like an oriole emerging from a valley.
She had already spotted Shui Yanbin and the others, who had been lucky enough to seize two clusters of fortuitous treasures.
Those treasures shone like pearls glittering in the night sky, radiating an alluring glow. From the look of them, they probably contained Three Thousand Weak Waters and Dark Water.
They had already drawn hordes of enemies who lunged toward them like ravenous wolves, trying to snatch them away. The women needed to rush back and help immediately, or things could take an unexpected turn.
"Stop them! They killed our people and stole our treasures, and now they think they can