"Yaoyao!?"
Dressed in green armor and having a voluptuous figure, the Shui Clan Elder was momentarily stunned, her face full of astonishment.
But the next second, her expression darkened fiercely, a heavy green lance emerged from her hand and thrust toward Yu Yao'er outside the lotus leaves.
"Pfft!"
The spear, filled with sharp force, hit the target square in the chest.
Yu Yao'er's large eyes stared at the lance embedded in her chest, an immediate look of pitiful sorrow appeared in them, and a mist seemed to form in the corners of her eyes.
Wearing a look of confusion, her lips parted slightly, she sent her voice transmission again into the ears of the Shui Clan Elder.
"Grandmother you..."
However, before she could finish her transmission, the Elder gave the lance a shake, and a surge of rich spiritual power poured out, blasting the image of Yu Yao'er before her into a pool of revolting black mud.
"Hmph, you dare to use my granddaughter's image to deceive me."
