"Even though I, Ansheng, don't know what you are, the battering ram in my hand can dispel all illusions in the world!"
Master Fuli waved the green tree in his hand, and with a sharp whistling sound through the air, leaves fell from the crown as its claws clutched the trunk, pointing straight at the severely injured woman.
"Come over here, let me make some garlic sauce for you!"
Master Fuli mimicked the way of wielding a spear, grasping the trunk with one hand, charging like a speeding train, aiming the bizarre spirit beast's head.
That thing was definitely a spirit beast.
But what exactly it was, and why it could transform into an injured woman, Ansheng didn't know, but he believed in his Fuli power to give him an answer.
"!?"
The injured woman's eyes widened and she quickly got up. Her broken leg, which had previously been bent at ninety degrees, floated along the river current and suddenly became agile. She rolled swiftly to the side, dodging the oncoming green tree.
"Hah—"
