A chaotic fight erupted, humans battling fiercely against alligators.
After slaughtering ten alligators, Wufu's hands were trembling. Ah Jiu dragged her onto the remaining bamboo raft; she was exhausted.
The rest were also covered in wounds, Ding Lai even had one arm bitten off, leaving only half remaining. His face was deathly pale. He only survived by decisively chopping off the bitten forearm; otherwise, he would have been dragged underwater and become debris.
Wufu looked at the severed arm, her eyes bloodshot, teeth clenched.
She was somewhat regretful, wondering if deciding to take the river route was too rash.
"Wufu, stay calm!" perceiving her emotional shift, Ah Jiu pressed firmly on her shoulder.
The bamboo raft glided downstream. Fortunately, the further they went, the fewer alligators there were. Once everyone, bearing minor injuries, boarded the raft, Wufu finally let out a sigh of relief.
But soon, she sensed something amiss.
The current was too fast!
