Capítulo 242: Perfect Form of the Weeping Reaper

Meng Chao was dumbfounded. He stared at the stalagmite right below his crotch for a full ten seconds. 

Then, he turned his head inch by inch and stared at Lu Siya.

"Don't worry, I did precise calculations," Lu Siya said. 

Then, she swayed and fell limp on the ground.

"Calculated it, my foot!" Meng Chao's tears spilled out. "You look as if you're mentally drained, which is a sign that you were draining your mental power like some lunatic just now! You decided to bet everything on that one shot! If your attack went slightly higher, my good friend would have become skewered together with the White Spirit! You… You're really ruthless! You'd do anything to achieve your goal!"

But now was not the time for him to settle accounts with Lu Siya.

The White Spirit's abdomen had been pierced by the stalagmite, and its spine was damaged. It would not last much longer. 

Sticky blood oozed out of its orifices.