Bi Fang led Harley along the riverbank, trying to find a shallow place or a crossing on land, but after more than half an hour of walking, they still couldn't find a suitable place to cross the river.
Harley, having walked a long distance, felt somewhat fatigued and lay down on the ground, refusing to move another step.
Bi Fang, seeing this, had no solution.
Faced with this river filled with crocodiles, they could only think of another way to cross.
"Crack."
A tree trunk as thick as an arm was forcibly broken off, and when it reached a suitable length, Bi Fang bound it with lianas to other trees in parallel, forming a row.
Judging from the arrangement of the wood, it was clearly a simple raft.
"We can't find a suitable place to cross directly, so if we want to continue heading north, we have no choice but to make a raft to get across," Bi Fang said.
If it were any other river, Bi Fang would have chosen to swim across with Harley.
