Xiao Yao giggled, "Yeah, they're just asking for trouble! Could Shen Zhou really think that just by following his own method, he'd be able to find the location of the hidden city?"
"But they're way too far from us, he's overconfident. I feel this is simply courting death."
Squirrel sneered, "His approach will probably get the inflatable boat punctured by the poisonous creatures in the swamp before he even gets close, and then they'll all end up buried in the mire!"
"It's just too naive, to even think of such a plan."
"They're doomed."
Meanwhile, Shen Zhou, as if performing a magic trick, pulled out a neatly folded stack of blue plastic cloth from his bag.
This was no ordinary cloth, it even had a small nozzle on it.
Shen Zhou gently patted it on Yang Hucheng's head and handed him the blue plastic cloth.
Upon seeing it, Yang Hucheng took the nozzle, puffed up his cheeks, and blew hard into it.
The power of the Black Tiger God suddenly burst forth.
Whoosh!
