Behind him, another spray of water vapor was forcefully ejected from a spout, like an unwilling sigh.
At this moment, the river demon's deep voice finally echoed across both banks: "I concede, spare me!" He realized now, though he hadn't used all his power, the opponent hadn't even used any divine skills, yet had managed to beat him dizzy merely with physical strength. The gap in strength between the two was too great; the opponent indeed harbored a murderous intent. If he hesitated any longer, he might end up decapitated, staining the river with his blood.
Obediently, it moved towards the shore, but its enormous body couldn't get close to land. Changtian jumped down from its massive skull, still walking on water, and returned to Ning Xiaoxian's side.
She looked at this behemoth now lying meekly among the waves, accepting Changtian's interrogation: "In the temple, how did you choose her?"
