Li Changzhou, dressed in patched clothes, was frightened and knelt on the ground with a thud.
But some small monsters of the Water Clan, with little intelligence, didn't notice her and didn't recognize the Great King of Numinous Power himself. Seeing Li Changzhou sitting on the throne and giving orders, they raised their tridents to stab.
"Who is this brat who dares to sit in the Great King of Numinous Power's—"
A streak of blue light flashed before the monsters' eyes, and the little monster's shriek suddenly disappeared.
Trembling, Li Changzhou stole a glance, only to see a pile of charred remains, resembling scorched grass after a wildfire, which still faintly maintained the monster's shape before death.
The charred powder collapsed with a rustle, and Li Changzhou quickly averted her gaze.
"Spare my life, Great King!"
