Boom! Boom! Boom!
Huge waves churned within the river, and the surging tides threw up a sky full of white mist against the banks.
Xiao Yi's figure was swallowed up by the river water in an instant, disappearing without a trace, while Ye Feng and Zhang Tianyi stood by the riverbank and pursued downstream.
After chasing for over thirty miles, Xiao Yi's whereabouts were still nowhere to be found.
"Over thirty miles, even at our peak, survival would not be possible..."
"Damn it, one misstep leads to eternal regret! How could the two of us not have been on guard for Xiao Yi jumping into the river? What do we do now?"
Naturally, the two men weren't grieving over the death of a rabbit or the sorrow of a fox—they were lamenting Xiao Yi's passing.
They were simply regretting that they were unable to extract the many secrets from Xiao Yi.
Ye Feng spoke in a heavy voice, "It's better that he's dead!"
