A handful of fine salt merged with the freshly humanoid flesh mud, immediately emitting a piercing scream. The body, which had barely recovered from being mashed meat to a human form, suddenly burst into a puddle of blood that splattered on the ground. Feng Xue looked at the blood water distantly and grinned,
"What's the use of being an undying vampire?"
"Spreading salt in the air might just do the trick."
As soon as the words were spoken, another packet of salt landed in his hand. Without another word, Feng Xue tore open the packet and sprinkled it over the blood water using his No-thought Divine Power.
"Fuck, are you a dog or what?"
The blood water bounced up with a snap, turning into a shadow and rapidly retreating. Although it didn't turn into dried radish like last year, a few missing accessories from her body suggested a power similar to that of a Substitute Grassman.
"That's right, knowing your weakness and not guarding against it, that's just plain stupid."
