The ice walls and ice spikes on the river were there just for an instant before they disappeared, leaving behind an eerie mist that enveloped the river's surface.
Lin Zhenghui had done something that no one would expect.
This time, even their leader had died.
The blood on the river surface would inevitably attract some carnivorous fish like crocodiles and piranhas.
"Awesome, my brother," Lin Zhuangguo said, looking at the scene behind them. He felt that he was not an Ancient Martial Artist but a Cultivator.
How many people in the world could use the power of nature to kill their enemies without leaving a trace?
Thinking of his own strength yet lacking any Immortal Technique, Lin Zhuangguo began to set his sights on Lin Zhenghui.
An hour later.
Lin Zhenghui and the others' yacht approached an ancient dock, ready to start exploring the first tourist attraction.
