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The blast that sent Wang Meng flying was merely the initial, most insignificant release of that immense energy!
The woman's body slowly arched backward, her long, black hair moving without wind, like living black tentacles, wildly dancing behind her.
Her magnificent palace attire could no longer withstand the terrifying energy gushing from every pore of her body, shattering inch by inch and transforming into countless butterflies fluttering in the sky!
A flawless, naked, and radiant white body was thus completely exposed to the air.
"Ahhhh!"
She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and her exquisitely beautiful face was filled with an ultimate, almost soul-melting, supreme aura!
Her mouth was wide open, and the whistling sound she emitted had transformed into a pure energy shockwave capable of tearing through space!
The entire Langhuan Jade Cave began to tremble and groan violently under the onslaught of this force!
Rumble!
Huge rocks and stalactites fell from the cave ceiling like raindrops.
On the wall, the jade that had been hard for thousands of years began to show deep, spiderweb-like cracks!
"Tick tock..."
A drop of cold, seemingly random liquid pierced through the swirling dust and landed precisely on the woman's snow-capped peak, which stood erect from its extreme.
"Fuck!"
The drop of water evaporated instantly into a wisp of white steam when it came into contact with her hot skin!
But this drop of water is like a signal.
Then, "tick-tock...tick-tock..."
More and more dense water droplets began to seep in frantically from the cracks in the walls and the fissures in the ceiling!
"Splash... splash..."
The sound of water, in a short time, changed from a crisp dripping to a free-flowing stream.
Streams of clear, shimmering, and icy cold water from Taihu Lake flowed in from all directions.
The fragile jade walls let out their final lament under its impact, collapsing and peeling off in large sections, swept into the raging torrent.
"Wang Meng!"
Huang Rong's screams were drowned out by the deafening roar of the water.
The icy lake water had already submerged her knees, and the biting cold gave her goosebumps all over her body. Her body, which had been burning hot from self-comfort, now felt like it had been thrown into an ice cellar.
She saw Wang Meng's body struggle in the water, and he let out a painful cough.
Without a second thought, she staggered through the increasingly deep and swift water to reach Wang Meng's side.
"Hold on!"
Huang Rong used all her strength to lift Wang Meng's heavy, iron-like body out of the icy water.
At first glance, there was a weak, almost unresisting heaviness.
She could feel that the once powerful body, which had radiated boundless heat like a furnace, was now ice-cold, and the surging power of its blood and qi had vanished without a trace.
Wang Meng's lips turned purple, and his body trembled violently and uncontrollably.
An unprecedented, deep-seated sense of weakness overwhelmed his consciousness like a tidal wave.
He could clearly "hear" that the thirteen powerful kidneys in his body, which had once roared like dragons and tigers, were now as silent as a slumbering ox.
Within his dantian, the vast ocean of internal energy ignited by the Bright Venerable Sacred Fire Technique had completely dried up, turning into a lifeless desert.
He was drained dry, even more so than Murong Fu, and became a complete cripple.
The two supported each other, like two floating duckweeds in the raging flood, barely managing to keep their feet on the ground.
But when they looked back, their hearts sank to the bottom.
The narrow passage we came through had long been completely blocked and submerged by collapsed boulders and raging floodwaters!
Although the passageway could still be vaguely seen.
But the water had already risen.
And they haven't forgotten.
The long, deep, winding cave tunnels we came through!
"Wow!"
Just then, not far away, a delicate body that had been unconscious was lifted high by a wave and then fell heavily back down.
"Cough cough...cough!"
Wang Yuyan was jolted awake by the icy lake water.
She opened her eyes in a daze, and what came into view was a scene like the end of the world: a collapsed cave, a raging flood, and... and floating not far from her, a familiar humanoid figure, withered like old tree bark, bobbing up and down with the waves. "Cousin...cousin?"
Her voice trembled with disbelief.
The withered corpse spun around in the water, its face, twisted and contorted in agony from having its life force completely drained, facing Wang Yuyan.
"what--!"
A shrill scream, so piercing it was inhuman, erupted from Wang Yuyan's mouth!
Wang Yuyan's shrill scream hadn't even fully spread through the cave before it was torn to pieces by the increasingly violent, thunderous roar of the flood.
Extreme fear instantly drained all her energy and strength.
Her eyes rolled back suddenly, her beautiful body went limp, her consciousness sank completely into darkness, and she collapsed backward helplessly, floating in the icy torrent.
At the same time, the naked woman suspended in mid-air seemed to have finally exhausted her nascent, cathartic power.
Her posture of looking up and howling suddenly froze, and her taut, snow-white body instantly relaxed, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, falling silently and vertically from mid-air.
"Pfft!"
With a muffled thud, her body crashed into the deep torrent, splashing up a small spray of water. Then, like Wang Yuyan, she drifted aimlessly on the murky surface.
Murong Fu's withered body, in this raging torrent, resembled a piece of rotten wood being washed away.
In his hazy consciousness, when he could no longer see anything, he heard Wang Yuyan's voice before she fainted and floated away not far away. Suddenly, a greedy light burst forth from his deep-set eyes, which were filled with only the last bit of instinct!
That was his last straw!
He struggled, using his long-withered, bony hands to paddle desperately in the water, trying to grab his cousin, to use her as a lifeline, or... as his last meal.
His hand was about to touch Wang Yuyan's soft, flowing hair, which was spread out in the water.
However, right now!
The other hand, a hand that was equally dry, equally pale, and even more withered, like a ghostly claw reaching out from the bottom of the water, suddenly stretched out from his side and grabbed his wrist that was trying to do evil with perfect precision!
It's Aunt Wu! She's still alive!
"Ho..."
A hissing sound came from Wu Ma's throat, like a broken bellows.
On her completely dehydrated face, only two black holes remained where her eyes should have been, but those black holes were fixed on Murong Fu with an indescribable determination!
She didn't pull Wang Yuyan away.
Instead, he used the last bit of strength in his life to forcefully push Wang Yuyan's body towards the direction where Wang Meng and Huang Rong were!
Immediately afterwards, as if she had fulfilled a wish, she grabbed the still frantically struggling Murong Fu with her other hand, then turned around and, in an almost suicidal manner, dragged him towards the unconscious, naked woman who had just fallen into the water.
She grabbed the woman's arm and, with a final burst of strength, pushed the woman who had caused all the disaster, yet might also be the only hope, towards Wang Meng with equal force!
After doing all this, Wu Ma was finally completely exhausted.
She gripped Murong Fu tightly, like a vengeful ghost, as he struggled instinctively, making no further moves, letting the cold, dark, and ever-deepening lake water slowly and mercilessly drag them both into the bottomless, pitch-black abyss.
Just moments before they were completely submerged, a woman's voice, hoarse yet crystal clear, carrying a hint of relief and pleading, pierced through the heavy splashing water, softly calling out: "Young Master Wang, please, save them..."
Before the words were finished, the two entangled, withered figures vanished completely into the murky torrent, leaving only a string of tiny bubbles.
Wang Meng and Huang Rong witnessed all of this.
Before they could recover from this sudden turn of events, two stunningly beautiful, unconscious bodies, propelled by the current, floated one after the other in front of them.
"Save... my ass!"
Wang Meng looked at the water rushing in, which was almost up to his chest.
He thought to himself that he was about to drown.
Save your sister, my foot!
Wang Meng suddenly froze.
Because an idea suddenly popped into his head.
Drown?
It seems... they really can't drown!
Chapter 40: What's so great? It's the oxygen pump, of course!
weak.
This word became the sole description of Wang Meng's entire being at that moment.
It was a profound, soul-stirring sense of absolute nothingness.
The icy waters of Taihu Lake reached his chest, but the chill that made his teeth chatter uncontrollably did not come from the lake water.
The source of the chill was within Wang Meng's own body—in his dantian, which had once been like a blazing furnace but was now nothing but a desolate and icy void.
That void, like a black hole, greedily devoured the last remaining, meager warmth in his body.
He could feel that his once powerful and vigorous blood and energy, which had been as surging as a river, had now become as faint as the weakest stream.
Each heartbeat became incredibly difficult and heavy, like an old, dilapidated water pump struggling to draw water from a well that had long since run dry.
The blood pumped out was no longer scalding hot, but a lukewarm, weak liquid that could not provide enough support for his body.
His once solid, iron-like muscles, capable of withstanding swords and blades, now hung loosely on his skeleton like rotten flesh stripped of its tendons and bones.