The Blood River emerged, and behind Zhou Yan, Hua Ru Xi, Zhou Neng, and the others, who had been concentrating and holding their breath, fixed their gaze on the verdant mountain, but now they instinctively gathered their focus on the Blood River, as if momentarily lost in confusion.
Zhou Yan's face turned a shade paler upon seeing the Blood River.
At this moment, in front of the ferocious Blood River, he seemed extremely frail and insignificant.
Anyone who saw him and the Blood River would have this kind of feeling in comparison.
The Blood River, in its frenzy, formed a gigantic wave, surging forward. It seemed that it would engulf Zhou Yan like a tidal wave, but Zhou Yan did not evade.
Everyone, including Zhou Neng, wanted to shout, urging Zhou Yan to flee, but even though they mustered all their energy, they found they couldn't even utter a simple word or sound.
