Wherever the sword light passed, everything was utterly destroyed.

Countless foul-smelling, pus-filled monsters, as if made of paper, were easily pierced by the silver sword light.

Dark green pus splattered everywhere, then turned into pools of foul-smelling black water, corroding the gravel and soil on the ground.

Those arrogant and domineering followers of the plague demon didn't even have time to utter a scream.

Before the savage smiles on their faces had even solidified, a small bloody hole had already appeared between their eyebrows.

He fell straight backward, his life ending in an instant!

In an instant, the hundreds of monsters and plague demon followers who had been so arrogant just moments before fell silent.

The air was filled with a stench and a faint smell of blood.

Only the previously arrogant man in the brocade robe could still make a sound, because the sword light in front of him changed direction, grazed his shoulder blade, and sliced ​​off his entire left arm.

He fell to the ground in a sorry state, clutching his wound and letting out a shrill, pig-like scream.

"Ah, my hand! My hand! My arm is gone!"

Wang Wan's expression remained icy; with a gentle flick of her snow-white sleeves, the sword light that filled the sky vanished.

Only a few wisps of silver light swirled at my fingertips, emitting a faint hum.

She looked down at the brocade-robed man writhing and groaning on the ground, her voice devoid of any warmth.

"I'll spare your dog's life."

“Go back and tell that plague demon to come over.”

Upon hearing this, the man in the brocade robe felt as if he had been granted a pardon. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his shoulder, he scrambled and crawled away, using both his hands and feet to escape into the distance.

I was afraid that if I was even a step too slow, that terrible woman would change her mind.

Those so-called elite troops brought earlier are now just corpses scattered all over the ground.

He was left alone to flee in panic, his back view showing how utterly pathetic he looked.

After a deathly silence in front of the mountain god temple, a deafening cheer suddenly erupted!

"We won! We won!"

"A god! He really is a god!"

"The Mountain Goddess has appeared! She sent immortals to save us!"

Those who were originally in despair were now so moved that tears streamed down their faces.

They all knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly towards Wang Wan and the mountain god temple.

"Master Wang! You've finally arrived!"

Wang Ergou darted out from the crowd, his face beaming with a fawning smile, and ran up to Wang Wan with a scurrying gait.

He pulled out a fairly clean rough porcelain teacup from somewhere, held it up high with both hands, and said solicitously, "Master Wang, you've worked hard! Have some water to soothe your throat!"

Wang Wan's cold gaze swept over him indifferently, ignoring him completely.

Seeing this, Wang Ergou wasn't embarrassed at all. He chuckled and quickly took back his teacup.

He then hurriedly dragged over a wooden stool that had been left over from the makeshift shelters built by the disaster victims, and wiped it with his sleeve until it shone brightly.

"Master Wang, please sit down! Standing is tiring!"

“No need for that.” Wang Wan’s gaze drifted into the distance, where the black mist had dissipated.

The current calm is only temporary.

The sword light at her fingertips spun gently, emitting a faint ringing sound once more.

"That plague demon is coming soon."

Upon hearing this, the smiles on the faces of the disaster victims, who had just been immersed in joy, froze instantly, and their hearts jumped into their throats once again.

Is that terrible plague demon coming again?

They had just witnessed divine abilities, but the fear of the unknown still made them tremble.

Wang Wan seemed to sense the unease among the crowd, and a smile appeared on her cold face, making her appear much gentler.

"Do not be afraid, the Mountain Goddess will protect every devout believer."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a calming power.

A group of disaster victims nodded repeatedly; they believed in the Mountain Goddess!

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a towering black fog, a hundred times denser than before, suddenly surged up from the horizon!

The black mist churned and roared, like a giant beast ready to devour its prey.

It quickly swept towards the direction of the mountain god temple.

A tall, red figure could be vaguely seen emerging from the mist.

The figure carried a blood-red oiled paper umbrella, its surface embroidered with eerie patterns, appearing particularly alluring in the thick fog.

The red-clad figure was holding something soft and squishy in his hand—it was the brocade-robed man who had scrambled away earlier!

At this moment, he was so frightened that he was limp as a board, his eyes rolled back, foaming at the mouth, and he had fainted.

A chilling, eerie laugh echoed from within the black mist, suggesting that other monsters were also moving about inside.

The red figure flashed a few times and then floated to a stop several dozen feet in front of the mountain god temple.

The oil-paper umbrella was slightly raised, revealing a pale yet handsome face.

But those eyes gleamed with a deep crimson light, devoid of any human emotion.

"Is it you who injured my believers?"

The voice of the plague demon drifted over, like a chilling wind from the deepest abyss.

Wang Wan's expression remained unchanged, and she slightly raised her delicate hand.

A bright silver sword light shone from his palm, its sharp sword intent aimed directly at the red umbrella plague demon opposite him.

"I've been waiting for you."

However, at this critical moment when tensions were running high, a figure descended from the sky like a meteor, bringing with it a scorching wave of heat, and landed in front of the mountain god temple.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and gravel flew everywhere.

As the smoke and dust cleared, a figure in a flowing red robe was revealed.

The red on the clothes is not blood red, but rather like a blazing, fiery flame, exuberant and passionate.

This man had flowing black hair, sword-like eyebrows that reached his temples, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that shone like stars. His face was even more handsome than that plague demon, and at this moment he was grinning with a set of neat white teeth.

As soon as he appeared, he turned to Wang Wan with great enthusiasm, his bright, sparkling eyes practically gleaming, and excitedly patted his chest to assure her.

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