"Of course, it involves clinging to the statue of its master, hanging inside the mountain's belly for a while." Qing Li, with superior intelligence, immediately analyzed and responded.
As the words fell, Yuan Hong struggled up from the water, full of fury.
Yet he still held the head of King Yu's statue in his arms, fearing it wouldn't withstand the collapse of the mountain and would end up disassembled and falling into this Abyss.
After surveying the surroundings up and down, Yuan Hong abruptly withdrew from his state of wrath and savagery.
His naturally black and purple thick lips turned white with fright, "Is this water the Nether Spring? Have we reached... the Netherworld?"
"If it weren't for the Nether Spring, we would have ended up as mincemeat when we fell, okay?" Looking at the previously mighty brother who was now fearful, Huang Wude was extraordinarily calm, with a hint of pride.
