When he sensed the seething anger radiating from the dark shadows in the water, Li Huowang only laughed louder, showing not the slightest hint of fear.
"You won't be laughing for much longer!" The rotten umbrella jabbed into Li Huowang's abdomen twisted sharply, instantly snapping his tentacles.
Immediately after, Ruxing pushed the handle. The tattered umbrella snapped open, its ribs and canopy bursting Li Huowang's body into pieces. Scarlet blood mixed with the sallow river water, carrying his mangled remains downstream.
Facing Ruxing, who stood with the ruined umbrella held open, the smile on Li Huowang's dismembered face only grew wider.
Suddenly, black, wriggling tentacles burrowed out from each piece of his corpse. They quickly knotted together and yanked hard, reassembling Li Huowang's fragmented body.
"Just because I said it was a trick, does that mean there was no ambush? Did you people not think to check for yourselves?"
