Out of the wolf pack, and into the tiger's mouth.
Zhao Yi originally thought that as long as he hid in the big river, he could avoid being sensed by that thing inside the Great Hero Hall.
Unexpectedly, the real danger was beneath the big river.
Sensing Zhao Yi's presence, the black tree roots began to writhe.
The dense patterns on the roots emitted a peculiar faint light.
With just one glance, Zhao Yi felt dizzy and his consciousness blurred, even his spirit was diminished.
"What an evil thing!"
Staring at the constantly twisting black tree roots, Zhao Yi's expression was grave, his face pale, and an unprecedented sense of crisis surged in his heart.
Retreat!
Zhao Yi hesitated not for a second.
His figure flashed, like an arrow from a string, retreating towards the water's surface with incredible speed.
His speed was extremely fast, like a flood dragon emerging from the sea, shooting upwards against the current, punching a hole through the surging river.
