Han Muye narrowed his eyes and his gaze landed on the mutant beast that had darted out of the river.
Its entire body was grayish-white, and it was a thousand feet long. Its two horns were black, and its eyes were red, like a fish with four legs. Its long claws flickered with a cold light.
Its long and narrow body twisted, raising huge waves.
There were no fins on its back, but there was a pile of transparent wings attached to it.
"Don't use your soul to investigate. This thing will come after you if it senses your soul," Ke Yang warned, his eyes fixed on the creature writhing on the blood-red river's surface. "The creatures in the Nether River feed on souls."
Devouring souls?
If a person lost their soul, they would be a walking corpse.
"Sigh, what a loss, what a loss."
Ke Yang muttered and raised his hand. On the sail above his head, specks of pure soul scattered and turned into golden beans.
