Rubbing her forehead, Feng Wu was almost in tears from the pain.
However, it wasn't time to cry yet, for a dark, powerful whirlpool at the bottom was trying to suck her in.
Feng Wu had just escaped death after much maneuvering; she wasn't going to be killed like this now!
With whatever strength she had left, she struggled toward the surface!
Finally, before she was drained of energy, she grabbed a withered branch on the surface and pulled herself up onto it. Once out of the water, she gasped for air and didn't want to even move a finger.
Such a task would have been nothing for her old body, but now… Feng Wu smiled wryly. That series of events had worn her out.
Luckily, despite her lack of spiritual essence, she still had her secret agent instinct, which was enough to keep her alive.
Feng Wu lay on the floating branch and rested. Once she recovered some of her strength, she began to examine her surroundings.
