They fought and retreated, making their way toward a single direction to break through the encirclement.
At that moment, Prolo Hawthorne was grazed by one of the shadow creatures' tentacles across his arm. He grunted in pain. "Professor, I've been hit! The attack from these shadow creatures has a corrosive effect!"
Dean Bruce's heart tightened with urgency. He pulled a bottle of healing potion from his pouch and tossed it to Prolo Hawthorne. "Drink this quickly, hang in there!"
After narrowly breaking through the encirclement of the shadow creatures, they continued their journey.
Not long after, they encountered a fast-flowing river ahead. The water was an eerie black, emanating a chilling cold.
"How are we supposed to cross this?" Prolo Hawthorne asked, staring at the river with a troubled expression.
Dean Bruce scanned the surroundings and noticed several fallen trees along the riverbank.
