Having dealt with Yao, Shun, and Yu, the battle between Wu and Water Lord was also nearing its end. However, this time it was Wu who was at a disadvantage. It was clear that Water Lord’s abilities were a counter to Wu. The mud on the blade grew thicker and stickier. After losing the blade, Wu's threat diminished greatly. Being ranked after the two enforcers on the bus, Water Lord's terror was evident.

　　After another fierce collision, Wu flew backward, retreating dozens of steps on the ground before barely stabilizing himself. The mud giant staggered back as well, each step causing the earth to tremble.

　　Just as Wu tried to charge forward again, he realized he couldn't move. Countless mud strands wrapped around his legs, continuously climbing upward.

　　The next second, the mud giant brought down a fist with the force of a thousand jun (a unit of weight), accompanied by a deafening roar of a mountain collapsing. A deep pit appeared on the ground, the mud giant's fist plunging several zhang (a unit of length) into the earth.

　　After this punch, the entire island fell silent.

　　The mud giant slowly straightened up, reaching into the deep pit to retrieve something. He casually discarded it on the ground. Fatty swayed, almost falling, but Jiang Cheng grabbed him.

　　It was a broken human corpse, with a tattered black windbreaker barely discernible amidst the gore. The sharp aura around Wu had also dissipated. Fatty stared blankly at the corpse, his eyes turning red after a few seconds, and large tears welled up. He violently broke free from Jiang Cheng, grabbed the dagger on the ground, and charged forward.

　　Along this journey, too many people who shouldn't have died had died, while he, the one who deserved to die, had lived until now. Wang Qi had died, and Huai Yi had also died, both in front of him. Now Wu was also dead. He had fewer and fewer friends, and the world felt increasingly unfamiliar.

　　Yao, Shun, and Yu, with their hands tied behind their backs, were frantic, but they knew Fatty’s speed. The burly body ran like a tank.

　　However, compared to the dozens of meters tall giant, this tank seemed insignificant. Fatty charging towards the giant's back with a knife looked more like a moth flying into a flame.

　　But the next second, the mud giant seemed startled by Fatty's aura. The foot it was about to stomp down with froze in mid-air. Zhu Jie widened his eyes, pointing at the corpse on the ground and shouting, "Look!"

　　The corpse of Wu on the ground had changed its appearance. Although still bloody, it was indeed no longer him, but a strange figure wearing an apron and covered in transparent tape.

　　The knife on the ground had also been replaced by a huge fire axe.

　　Jiang Cheng was very familiar with this guy; it was the Midnight Murderer who had almost killed him!

　　Immediately afterwards, a black figure flashed behind the mud giant's head, and with lightning speed, slashed off the giant's head with a single blow.

　　The giant's body instantly collapsed without its head, which made things difficult for Fatty, who had just run close. Countless mud fell, directly casting him into a mud figure.

　　But at the critical moment, a hand suddenly plunged into the mud, pulling him out of the mire. As Wu's face appeared before his eyes, Fatty's lips trembled with excitement. He wanted to say something uplifting, but Wu threw him out with one hand. An invisible force supported him, throwing him back to Jiang Cheng's side.

　　The battle was not over yet. No one expected that after the mud head landed, it shattered, but a little old man rolled out of it.

　　The old man gasped for breath as he climbed up from the ground, covered in mud, looking rather disheveled. His limbs were short, but his head was unusually large, wobbling and severely disproportionate to his body. It seemed this was Water Lord's true form, but what really attracted everyone's attention was his head of green hair.

　　But upon closer inspection, they realized it wasn't hair, but well-growing rice seedlings.

　　Recalling the bowls of white rice that the villagers ate, could they all have grown from Water Lord's head? After all, the rockery was also full of heavy rice ears, and that rockery corresponded to the mud giant's head.

　　At this moment, the Murderer had also stood up not far away, facing the direction of Water Lord. The eyes under the tape, almost entirely white, gave people a feeling that was not terrifying, but even a little aggrieved.

　　Having lost the mud giant, Water Lord jumped up and down in anger, pointing at Wu and scolding, "You young people don't have martial ethics, relying on deceit! Relying on sneak attacks! Sneaking up on old people like me! Shameless!"

　　"If I had an axe, I would have chopped you to death from behind! I would split your body open and let your internal organs bask in the sun!" Water Lord wasn't content with just talking; he even brandished his cane a few times in a showy manner. "Ungrateful thing, if you have the ability, lend me an axe!"

　　Hearing this, Jiang Cheng suddenly paused, and the look in his eyes towards Water Lord changed. Axe, behind, ungrateful… This Water Lord seemed to have a special fondness for sneak attacks from behind with an axe.

　　Wu didn't say a word, drawing his knife and slashing at Water Lord's mouth. Water Lord was so shocked that his hair stood on end. He immediately pulled out a cane from somewhere on his body, blocking it in front of him, barely stopping the attack. But Water Lord didn't fare well either; he was knocked away, rolling several times in the mud.

　　Seeing that the situation was not good, Water Lord jumped up headfirst, trying to drill into the mud, but Wu kicked him dozens of meters away. The cane was broken, and finally, a knife fiercely pierced into Water Lord's chest in mid-air, pinning the strange body to a wall.

　　Water Lord's body trembled violently, looking at the black-clad Wu in front of him with disbelief. Green liquid gurgled from his mouth, but that was all. This top-tier paranormal entity finally died at Wu's hands.

　　Saying he died wasn't entirely accurate. Wu absorbed Water Lord with a very cruel method. From then on, Water Lord became something like the Murderer and the Scarecrow.

　　After dealing with Water Lord, Wu pulled out his knife and turned to walk towards Jiang Cheng and the others. As Wu got closer and closer, the faint pressure alone made Tang Qisheng break out in cold sweat.

　　Fatty hadn't recovered from the narrow escape, constantly complaining, "I said you scared us to death. If you die, how will the doctor live!"

　　Jiang Cheng knew that Fatty liked to talk nonsense when he was excited, so he immediately interrupted him. Wu then looked at Yao, Shun, and Yu, who were tightly bound and had a piece of cloth stuffed in their mouths.

　　"You're right, Yao, Shun, and Yu do have a problem." Jiang Cheng nodded with difficulty to Wu. "He's a Watchman's mole, but I suspect there's more than one mole."

　　As soon as these words were spoken, Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie became a little flustered. "Brother Jiang, what do you mean by that? You can't…"