The river’s flow stemmed from the Kijuju Marshland, but due to the current dry season, the water level wasn’t plentiful at all.
Nevertheless, due to topographical reasons, the flow of the river was overwhelming rapid. The underground river inclined downwards and poured down from elevated precipices, where the rocks demonstrated a valour that could grind one’s bones to dust. Massive fogs of mist emitted out from the churning billows, issuing a faint piercing sensation in one’s nose. Evidently, the mist contained toxic essences.
Naturally to ordinary folk, a steep upsloping precipice was akin to a heavenly moat. Even a special expedition team in the real world inevitably required the assistance of various tools to be capable of scaling the current. Moreover, it would definitely take a great deal of time.
