"Such crude methods."
Raylo gently stroked the feathers on Baofeng's neck, soothing his restless mount.
On the saddle, Moonlight opened her pale-gold eyes. Her nostrils twitched, her gaze filled with clear disdain.
She could sense the intense corrosiveness and neurotoxicity within the poison below. For any ordinary creature, it would be an unmitigated disaster.
Poison Fang was clearly trying to use this most direct and savage method to flush his target out of hiding.
The Demon Serpent Legion on the riverbank let out waves of triumphant roars and cheers.
However, these cheers did not last long.
In the center of the calm, venom-soaked river, a huge bulge of water abruptly formed.
The bulge rose higher and higher, growing ever wider, as if the riverbed itself were being thrust upward by an unrivaled, colossal force.
The next moment, with a deafening ROAR, the surface of the water was violently torn asunder.
A "small mountain" slowly rose from the Black Water River.
