Chapter 16 Crisis

　　Wu Yingying's body trembled. Then, as she met Jiang Cheng's gaze, her blood-colored figure charged forward. But a flash of a blade was even faster. The blade light poured down, striking Wu Yingying's abdomen in the desperate gazes of Fatty and the others, hitting her before her hand could pierce Jiang Cheng's chest.

　　The sharp blade didn't slice through Wu Yingying's slender waist, but instead produced a muffled sound, knocking her back.

　　By the time Fatty and the others came to their senses, they realized that Wu was standing in front of Jiang Cheng, holding the knife in reverse. What had struck Wu Yingying was only the flat of the blade.

　　Although Wu Yingying's movements were swift, the despair and pain in her eyes were even more heartbreaking. Jiang Cheng understood completely that this wasn't her true intention; she was merely a puppet of the Chairman.

　　The sudden appearance of Dahe Niangniang (the River Goddess) instantly changed the balance of power on the field. As a bus enforcer, her strength was beyond doubt. In previous missions, she had even fought Wu head-on without being at a disadvantage.

　　Now, it was two against two, and they were in the Chairman's home ground, the Paradise Tower. The situation wasn't optimistic.

　　But that wasn't all. A burst of excited shouting came. Two ropes slowly descended from the darkness high above, each rope binding a person.

　　"Jiang Ge! Jiang Ge, save me!" Huai Yi was tied up like a dumpling. Seeing Jiang Cheng and the others was like seeing a savior. He struggled and screamed in mid-air. "Fu Gui Ge... Fu Gui Ge, look at me! I'm Huai Yi!"

　　"Shut up! Do you want to distract them and die here like us?!" Wang Qi, on the other rope, scolded.

　　Hearing this, Huai Yi shrank his neck and fell silent, but he still looked pitifully at Fatty. Wang Qi stubbornly turned her head away, not speaking or looking at the people below.

　　Wu Yingying's face was covered in tears, but her hands didn't stop moving. She was being driven to constantly search for openings in Wu's defenses. The voice in her heart wanted to control her, to severely injure Jiang Cheng, and then kill Wang Fugui and the others in front of him.

　　Wu's hand, gripping the knife hilt, was tense, the veins bulging, but he hesitated to strike. Then Jiang Cheng's voice rang out, "Don't hesitate. Save them if you can, but if you can't, there's nothing to be done. All three of them are the same."

　　The next second, Wu's figure vanished instantly, reappearing as he charged towards the Chairman. Capture the leader to capture the whole army. If he killed him, the situation today would be resolved.

　　Losing Wu's restraint, Wu Yingying immediately rushed towards Jiang Cheng, changing her fist into a claw, grabbing towards Jiang Cheng's abdomen. If this claw landed, his intestines would probably be torn out.

　　Jiang Cheng instinctively retreated, but how could his speed compare to Wu Yingying's? At the critical moment, countless green plants grew from under Jiang Cheng's feet, forming a wall at an extremely fast speed. The toughness of the plant wall was far beyond imagination, actually blocking Wu Yingying's sharp claws.

　　Immediately afterward, a cane shot out from the wall, heading straight for Wu Yingying's chest. Wu Yingying dodged, barely avoiding it. Countless plant vines, as if alive, wrapped around Wu Yingying like a giant net, but Wu Yingying's body was exceptionally agile. She lightly tapped her toes on the vines and quickly escaped.

　　Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie watched this scene, like immortals fighting, dumbfounded. They felt that this mission was worth it, provided they could return alive.

　　"Little girl, this old man will play with you." Lord Shui walked out with a smile, leaning on his cane. Judging from the previous exchange, the two were evenly matched, and he even seemed to have a slight advantage.

　　Forced back, Wu Yingying stood firm and gently shook her sleeve. Before long, a butterfly emerged from her sleeve, fluttering along her fair arm.

　　It was a rare, ice-blue butterfly, beautiful and enchanting, its wings covered with intricate and complex patterns.

　　After this butterfly appeared, Lord Shui, who had been so composed, suddenly narrowed his eyes. After a moment, the look in his eyes as he looked at Wu Yingying became cautious. "I really underestimated you..."

　　The butterfly landed on Wu Yingying's fingertip, lazily spreading its wings, emanating an aura of nobility. After gently shaking its wings, it fluttered towards Lord Shui.

　　The butterfly's speed wasn't fast, but Lord Shui was as if facing a formidable enemy, quickly retreating to distance himself from the butterfly. But strangely, the distance between the butterfly and Lord Shui kept decreasing. It was an indescribable feeling, as if the butterfly had locked onto Lord Shui's soul.

　　Having nowhere to avoid, Lord Shui simply stopped running. Countless vines quickly grew around him, thick vines, some even exceeding the diameter of a bucket. Soon, with Lord Shui as the center, they wrapped him layer upon layer.

　　With this protective shield, Lord Shui seemed very safe. The vines were extremely dense, leaving no gaps between them. The butterfly danced around the vines, as if searching for a weakness.

　　But soon, the butterfly gave up, landing directly on a vine and folding its wings. But Jiang Cheng, staring at the butterfly, had a completely different feeling. He believed that the butterfly was only tired; these vines were just trouble for it, not difficult.

　　A few seconds later, an anomaly appeared. The vine on which the butterfly had landed suddenly began to wither. No, that wasn't right! To be precise, it should be said to be dying, and this dying was irreversible. Once it started, it was as fierce as a flood. In the blink of an eye, even the nearby vines turned gray and decayed, weakly drooping to the ground.

　　Lord Shui, exposed behind the vines, looked at all this in horror, while the butterfly disappeared.

　　When it reappeared, it had already landed on Lord Shui's cane.

　　And this sturdy cane gradually began to change color. Wood chips kept falling from it, the gray-white wood chips scattered by the wind, like fluttering paper money.

　　The butterfly was like an envoy from the underworld, its poetic appearance bringing only decay and death. Life was peeled away layer by layer, cruel but also magnificent.

　　In an instant, a chilling aura spread out. It could be seen that this cane was very important to Lord Shui. He was unwilling to give it up. He clenched the cane, using his own power to resist the butterfly's aura of death. The tender green, representing vitality, and the gray-white, representing death, collided on the cane. The two eroded and strangled each other, like the most brutal battlefield.

　　Seeing this scene, the surrounding strange crowd suddenly moved. They stared straight at Jiang Cheng and his group, the bloodlust in their eyes almost solidifying.

　　This sudden change distracted Lord Shui. The gray-white took advantage of the opportunity, immediately breaking through the green blockade and seeping into Lord Shui's palm.

　　Lord Shui staggered back. The gray-white death energy quickly invaded his whole body along his arms. As the vitality faded from Lord Shui's eyes, his body was also completely covered in gray-white. The next second, his body stiffened and crashed to the ground.

　　A wind blew, and the gray-white skin peeled off layer by layer. Lord Shui still maintained the terrified expression of his last wide-open mouth, as if he still didn't believe it until his death.