Mutated Parasol Tree

Zhao Lin's body trembled violently. She tried to summon her vines, but the water surrounding her head drilled deeper, piercing into her consciousness like icy needles. Her thoughts grew sluggish.

The vines in her hands withered.

"Heh," Helen Wu sneered, taking a slow step forward, watching Zhao Lin's desperate flailing with twisted amusement. "I've wanted to do this since yesterday."

Zhao Lin could barely hear her over the roaring in her head, but Helen's voice carried a cruel sort of mockery, almost bored.

"Tang Xue fought harder than you, you know? But in the end, she drowned just the same. Poor thing actually thought I'd help her when that mutated boar chased us."

Zhao Lin was angry! She knew it! This vile woman did really do something to Sister Tang!

Her vision began to darken.

"See?" Helen smirked. "Struggling is pointless."

She raised a hand, preparing to finish the job—

BANG!