Li Libo stood at the stern rowing, while Chen Jiechang held up a torch to illuminate the area, with occasional slight sounds of water echoing over the river.
Aliao stared at the pitch-black water surface, struggling to overcome the fear in his heart, identifying the direction as he moved closer to the site where he had been attacked.
Liang Qu stood at the prow, with the Fubo spear slanted downwards, its pitch-black blade partially submerged in the water, creating a ripple.
The Fubo spear was full of spirituality; during its forging, it was further infused with his own blood, allowing for a connection through intent.
Liang Qu did not need to touch the water himself; he could extend his own territorial senses through Fubo.
It seemed as if he was merely patrolling the surface, but in reality, he had a grasp over a nearly two-hundred-meter radius underwater.
"It overturned your boat, did it do anything else?"
