"Stop!!"
The shout burst forth, accompanied by a sudden wave of air expanding in the atmosphere.
Meng Weihan darted swiftly from the sky, but it was too late; Chuzheng had already uprooted the entire tree.
The wave of air centered on the tree and rippled outward in successive circles into the distance.
Below the dried riverbed, something seemed to stir, and in the next second, scarlet liquid surged from the cracks in the riverbed.
Everyone was watching beneath their feet; though the water was red, it carried no strange odor.
Yet in this brief moment, the water had already risen to the ankles.
"Why can't I move my body??" someone suddenly shouted.
"Damn it, this is the River of Forgetfulness water!!"
"Run!!"
The rumbling of the river echoed from afar, drawing closer, the crimson waves threatening to engulf them all.
Chuzheng retreated immediately, sprinting to midair, recalling her card, and hurriedly using Yin Xian to pull the coffin up.
