"This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible! How can he still be alive?!"
Watching the thing that emerged from the water in front of him, Yuan Er couldn't help but shout out loud.
No one had ever escaped from the grasp of the River God, and yet, this man had done just that.
He recognized this person; he was the red-robed Taoist who had caused the deaths of dozens of his brothers!
Before these men could figure out what was happening, they saw the strange Taoist slowly raise his head, leaving a trail of bloody footprints as he walked straight towards them.
"Kill him! Kill him quickly! Hurry! Don't let him ring the bell!" Yuan Er's voice carried a thread of urgency.
Although there was only one of them and they were several hundred strong, Yuan Er inexplicably felt the urge to turn and run.
Whooshing sounds rang out as dozens of arrows, glinting with cold light, were shot at the Taoist, but not a single one hit its target.
