"She's definitely stable now." Chaoyang had been observing her for many days, so he stood behind Feng Moxi with confidence.
They traveled up the roaring Nu River. The further they went, the more turbulent the water became, and the Cannibal Fish in the water grew even more ferocious.
They leaped higher but mostly stayed in place, with few heading downstream.
It was as if they were waiting for something.
Slowly, they entered a mountain forest.
They saw fierce currents rushing down from a cliff, like a torrential waterfall.
Feng Moxi quickly came to a stop and stepped off her flying sword.
The surrounding jungle was incredibly dark, the vegetation obscuring all lines of sight. The faint scent of blood drifted over.
"How many have you caught?"
A hoarse voice suddenly drifted over.
"Only two hundred. If this isn't working, let's just forget it. The Cannibal Fish are getting more and more ferocious, and the Nu River is overflowing. Why don't we head downstream?"
