Between the waves, there was the figure of a real flood dragon, appearing and disappearing intermittently.
Its long, pitch-black body sometimes surfaced and sometimes hid beneath the water, making it difficult to see its true appearance but leaving one full of imagination.
If someone else saw this scene at this moment, they would probably no longer think that the four-footed snake was a snake.
Shu Guan and Han Biao reached the peak of a mountain, with the waves below relentlessly closing in, seemingly wanting to engulf them into the river.
Shu Guan knew that the four-footed snake was feeling very pleased at the moment, even somewhat smug.
Um, this was not good.
On the journey of river crossing, it was necessary to maintain an unassuming, calm, and unhurried attitude. Being too repressed was not good, but raising one's tail too high was also not good.
