Chapter 145 Met Again

　　This time, Fatty didn't get excited and assume that Master Shui had died again, because he had full confidence in Master Shui's vitality. And indeed, after the Mud Giant's head was shattered, a figure flew out backward. Master Shui landed and retreated several steps before stabilizing himself. Thick, green blood flowed from his head, making him look quite disheveled.

　　Seeing this, Wu Yingying also wanted to step forward to help, but Master Shui shouted her back, "No need! This old man is more than capable of dealing with these small fry!"

　　Wu Yingying's serious injuries hadn't healed, and she was only holding on by force. Even if she were to help, she couldn't change the outcome of the battle. Master Shui was also aware of this.

　　With the Mud Giant destroyed and facing a situation where he was surrounded by enemies, Master Shui used countless thick vines to maneuver. However, the vines were clearly inadequate when facing enemies of this caliber. They could only repel these guys but couldn't kill them.

　　In the fierce battle, a figure dodged the vines at an extremely fast speed and rushed towards Master Shui. This was an old man carrying a heavy sword. The old man held a heavy sword almost as tall as his body. The heavy sword had no edge, and when swung, it was more like a mace, taking a hard approach of breaking the enemy with brute force.

　　Even more terrifying was that the old man's eyes had completely rotted away, and his face was covered with corpse spots. Yet, this corpse that had already died showed astonishing power. It even broke through the vine wall that Master Shui had finally condensed with a single blow. Without a doubt, the old man's strength was among the best of the remaining group.

　　Seeing the heavy sword bearing down on him, Master Shui was also provoked to ferocity. He slammed a palm into the emaciated man who was pressing in from the left, blasting apart half of his body. Immediately after, he pointed a finger at the heavy sword old man. At the same time, he grabbed a tender seedling above his head and tore it off forcefully.

　　This series of actions was smooth and effective. The heavy sword old man's speed slowed down uncontrollably, and then the gray cloth gown on his chest bulged, with something constantly squirming inside.

　　The next second, the gown was torn apart, and a tender seedling identical to the one on Master Shui's head burst out. The seedling grew extremely fast, draining the heavy sword old man's strength in a few breaths. The old man could no longer hold the sword in his hand. After discarding the sword, he staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, dead.

　　Compared to when Wu Yingying was struck, the heavy sword old man lasted much less time. From this, it could be seen that the level of these people was far inferior to that of the Dahe Niangniang (Great River Goddess), but relying on their large numbers and bizarre abilities, they did cause no small amount of trouble to Master Shui, who had been injured.

　　Master Shui, who had used this move again, gasped for breath. If he were at his peak, he would have a chance of winning against these guys, but being in this ghost building, his strength was also suppressed. With the ebb and flow, he was now increasingly losing strength. If another guy like this joined the battle, then he would be in danger today.

　　What's more, he had to spare energy to take care of Jiang Cheng, Dahe Niangniang, and others.

　　While Master Shui's side was in a precarious situation, the decisive battle between Wu and the president was also reaching a fever pitch. The president seemed to be better at using black mist filled with despair for long-range attacks, while Wu relied on that knife to repeatedly break through the black mist, but it was very difficult to get close to the president.

　　The snowy white blade light and the desperate roars from the black mist filled the entire battlefield with a sense of killing. The battle between these two was even more tragic than the battle between Master Shui and the disciples.

　　After Wu endured the tearing of the black mist and left another scar on the president's arm, the president's silver eyes finally burst out with undisguised killing intent, and then a strange light radiated from his body.

　　Wu sheathed his knife and retreated, watching all this coldly.

　　"I didn't want to go this far, but you are more difficult to deal with than I imagined." The president stared at Wu, "But... it ends here."

　　As soon as he finished speaking, the president's body, that is, the body shown in Shao Tong's face, began to twist strangely. First, it was the facial features, then the limbs. The degree of twisting was not large, but it looked particularly strange, like...like something was about to drill out of the body.

　　The next second, a translucent arm suddenly struggled out of Shao Tong's arm. This dreamlike scene was like molting, then the head, the body... it was unimaginable that a translucent humanoid crawled out of Shao Tong's body.

　　Even more bizarre was that Shao Tong also seemed to have regained consciousness at this moment. The great pain of the body being torn apart made him scream. Jiang Cheng keenly noticed that the silver eyes in Shao Tong's eye sockets had disappeared.

　　"What a terrifying ability, this is his real body." Wu Yingying subconsciously stood in front of Jiang Cheng. The newly appeared guy brought her great pressure.

　　Fatty and the others stared blankly at the newly appeared humanoid, and couldn't help but sigh, is this the president of the Night Watchers?

　　The newly appeared humanoid gradually solidified. This person was not old, and his body shape was similar to Jiang Cheng's. There were no sharp edges on a soft and unfamiliar face, and there was an indescribable noble aura between his eyebrows.

　　The contrast was in those rare silver eyes, like two cold moons embedded in the eye sockets. Looking at them for a long time, it actually made people's steps feel illusory, as if they were about to plunge into the cold moonlight.

　　"Don't stare into his eyes!" Master Shui reminded loudly.

　　This was also the first time Jiang Cheng had seen the true form of this president. The last time the two fought was in the dream of Mount Xixieming. If there hadn't been Wu to prompt the solution, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

　　The president's eyes swept over Wu and looked at Jiang Cheng from a distance. Strange lights kept flashing in those silver eyes. After a while, the president suddenly smiled, "We meet again, Zero."

　　"Again..." Jiang Cheng frowned slightly. He actually noticed a trace of complexity in the eyes of this Night Watchers president, mixed with a trace of misery.

　　He didn't understand why. Now the two were mortal enemies, and meeting should be a situation of endless fighting.

　　The president waved his hand casually, and Shao Tong, who was still trembling violently in great pain, was transferred away. The next second, he rolled to the ground, but it seemed that he was lucky and fell into the pile of corpses without getting injured.

　　"This body was restricting me, it feels so much better now that I've taken it off." The president looked at Jiang Cheng and smiled, "But there is one thing I want to explain clearly, Zero, you didn't outwit me. I saw through your several probing attempts, it's just that he didn't cooperate."

　　The president looked at Shao Tong in the pile of corpses, his tone a little heavier, "He is a talent, otherwise I wouldn't have chosen him. The person who communicated with you at the beginning of the task was indeed him, but after he realized that I was awake, he began to resist me with his remaining consciousness, which allowed you to seize the flaws. But since we have reached this point, then he has no need to live."

　　"Today, all of you are going to die here, including you, Zero." The president's expression suddenly became formal, "This is what you owe me."