In the afternoon, the river surface seemed to be quietly covered by a thin veil, with mist rising and exuding an air of mystery.
Ma Hehua stood quietly by the river, unaware that danger was lurking behind her.
"Lotus, be careful."
Ma Linghua's stern shouts came from the shore.
Just as the black shadow attacked Ma Hehua from behind like a ghost, Ma Lihua chanted, "Heaven and earth are boundless, the universe borrows its power, protect."
In an instant, a golden protective shield radiating brilliant light enveloped Ma Hehua with lightning speed.
Ma Lihua stood by the river, her face pale from the exertion. Her hands were pressed tightly together in a mudra, which seemed to be a hub connecting to a mysterious power.
Her forehead gradually became covered with fine beads of sweat, like dew rolling on a lotus leaf in the early morning.
"puff……"
Ma Lihua suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, the bright red blood standing out starkly in the mist.
She frowned slightly, thinking to herself that this was a huge loss. She didn't know how many precious tonics she would need to consume to replenish the vital energy lost from that mouthful of blood.
She gritted her teeth and forced herself to swallow the blood back down, suppressing the metallic taste in her mouth.
"Hmph! You're lucky."
The deep, hoarse voice sounded like an old bellows being pulled, carrying a chilling, sinister quality.
Ma Linghua quickly took out a green pipe from her bosom. The pipe seemed to have faint patterns flowing around it, as if it were echoing the mysterious power around it.
At the same time, the profound energy around her was like a long-dormant beast being awakened, surging forth and forming an invisible yet tangible aura.
He gripped the dagger at his waist firmly; the blade gleamed coldly in the mist, as if yearning for a battle.
"I am the ruler of this land, the River God." The voice came from the depths of the mist, carrying a tone of arrogance.
Upon hearing this, Ma Hehua flew into a rage, her eyes widening as if they were about to spit fire.
"You're the river god who gets people to send you women?"
As she spoke, she looked the man who called himself the River God up and down.
The River God was hunched over, as if his spine had been bent by the weight of time.
His face looked as if it had been randomly chopped by a knife or axe, his features twisted and squeezed together, his eyebrows sparse and messy, like two dry weeds lying haphazardly on his forehead.
His eyes were sunken deep in their sockets, cloudy and murky, occasionally flashing with an eerie light, like phosphorescence dancing in a swamp.
His nose was flat, and his two nostrils were agape, like two black holes, as he kept panting heavily.
His mouth was extremely ugly, with thick, cracked lips and a trace of unidentified sticky liquid hanging from the corner of his mouth, as if it could never be wiped clean.
Looking at his clothes, he wore a loose black robe that was covered in dust and stains and smelled of decay.
The cuffs and collar of the black robe were worn out, revealing the equally dirty lining underneath.
His hands were like chicken claws, thin and long, with black grime hidden under his fingernails, making him look disgusting.
Barefoot, their feet were on the muddy ground by the river, their toes twisted and deformed, some of their nails had fallen off, revealing the dark red flesh underneath.
Standing there, he looked like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell, lacking any of the majesty and holiness of the legendary river god; he was just an ugly bastard.
Looking at him, Ma Hehua felt an increasing sense of disgust. Unconsciously, she tightened her grip on her weapon, not wanting to use her broadsword to cut this ugly bastard.
The man who called himself the River God twitched his face when he saw Ma Hehua's disgusted expression. His anger, like a powder keg that had been lit, exploded instantly.
"You little bitch, how dare you look down on me! Die!"
His hoarse voice sounded like a curse from hell, chilling everyone to the bone.
With his roar, the once calm river seemed to be imbued with an evil life.
The water began to churn violently, and the white foam that rose up resembled the saliva of a demon.
Immediately afterwards, the river water froze, turning into icicles one after another.
These icicles come in various shapes, but they all radiate a chilling light, each one like an arrow of death.
The icicles were densely packed in mid-air, their sharp tips gleaming with a deadly light in the mist, as if clamoring to pierce through anyone in front of them.
They were incredibly fast, shooting straight towards Ma Hehua like lightning.
A sharp whistling sound rang out in the air, like the bugle call of the ice spikes charging forward.
Even though Ma Hehua was inside the golden protective shield, she could still feel the biting cold air rushing towards her.
The ice spikes drew closer and closer, some colliding with each other in flight and shattering into smaller but equally sharp fragments, like a cold meteor shower hurtling towards her.
Each ice spike carried the River God's boundless rage and endless malice, creating a scene reminiscent of the apocalypse, making hearts race and tension run high.
The ice spikes unleashed by the River God seemed fierce and invincible, but even the most powerful attacks were like ants trying to shake a tree in front of Ma Lihua's golden shield.
Surprisingly, the shield seemed to have the ability to grow on its own. With each attack it withstood, its light grew brighter, as if it were constantly drawing strength from the battle, becoming more and more indestructible.
While Ma Lihua was doing her best to maintain the shield, she suddenly noticed an unusual change in her body.
Although her injured body was still uncomfortable, the spiritual energy within her no longer showed signs of leakage as usual.
This discovery delighted her. She realized that as long as she could hold on and prevent her body from collapsing under the immense pressure of spiritual energy, she would have an inexhaustible source of energy and would not have to worry about running out of spiritual energy during battle.
However, despite this pleasant surprise, Ma Lihua's body was already overwhelmed.
She had only stood there for a short while when she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.
The scene before her eyes seemed to be spinning, and her legs felt weak.
"Grandma, quick, get me some water."
Her voice sounded weak.
Upon hearing this, Ma Linghua immediately frantically pulled out a large bottle from her person and quickly opened the cap.
She carefully brought the bottle to Ma Lihua's lips and slowly poured water. The water, like a fountain of life, flowed gently into Ma Lihua's mouth.
Ma Linghua watched intently, her eyes filled with worry. The bottle in her hand gradually tilted, and soon, the bottle of water was empty.
However, Ma Lihua's complexion only improved slightly.
"Lotus, go up there and fuck him."
Didn't you see how exhausted her eldest granddaughter was?
With the shield in place, the River God couldn't harm her. Then, Ma Hehua raised her broadsword and stood up.
The ghosts in the river either ran away or scattered. How could these little shrimps possibly withstand a battle between gods?
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