There was a river flowing through the Primitive Old Forest up ahead, and Xiao Chen felt as if he had found hope. He exchanged a few blows with the Tree Man, then desperately headed for the river.
"Stop him, quickly block him!" Zhao Lin'er shouted urgently.
The forest was too dense; although the river was wide, it was very tranquil without the roar of a rushing current, hence it had not been detected earlier. This broad river was a lifeline for Xiao Chen, without any hesitation, he jumped in with a "plop", disappearing into the river, leaving only a few splashes behind.
Things never go as expected, feeling profound disappointment Zhao Lin'er, her victory so close yet ultimately unattainable.
