The world was suddenly alight.
The dense morning fog was dispelled in an instant, causing everyone on both banks to close their eyes.
Lu Gang and his companions felt a sudden brightness before their eyes, after which they could neither hear nor see; they could only feel something gripping their waists, not too lightly nor too heavily.
Underwater.
Fat Catfish, Round Head, and other creatures bit onto Lu Gang, Xu Zishuai, and others and frantically started to flee, wagging their tails.
The Little Shen Dragon spat out the Mirage Tiger and the Mist Beast to assist, hastily flying upward toward the sky.
In a moment.
The light dissipated.
Above Liang Qu's skull his five fingers were still clenched, his breath came in violent gasps that echoed in his ears, and the distinct smell of blood surged into his nostrils.
"Heh..."
Ning Gongcai gasped heavily, blood and innards sloshing down into the water, tinting it into large pools of blood.
