At first, everything went very smoothly. Pan Jin reached the center of the river with great ease. The mist on the opposite bank was a little thinner, and the shapes of grass and trees could already be seen faintly.
Pan Jin was overjoyed.
Yet just then, a strange sound entered his ears—hoarse and unpleasant, as if someone were grinding their teeth.
Pan Jin froze, and could not help lowering his head subconsciously.
His expression changed drastically!
At some point, the waist-deep river water around his body had actually turned into a ferocious huge mouth, filled with sharp fangs, and was about to bite down viciously.
"Ah!"
Pan Jin's face was filled with despair. At this point, dodging was clearly already too late. The great mouth closed, and amid a spray of blood, he vanished without a trace...
Very soon, the river surface returned to calm, as if nothing had happened, and no one had ever come here.
On another mountain peak who knew how many li away from here, magic treasures crisscrossed and spiritual weapons flew. More than ten immortal cultivators had faces full of panic. Their opponents were several Demon Monsters with grotesque, bizarre appearances.
Some had three heads and six arms; some had ferocious Ghost Faces on their chests and bellies; and there was even one whose entire body was covered in eyes of all sizes, making anyone who looked at it feel numb all over.
Although they were merely a few Core Condensation Realm Demon Monsters, their divine abilities were clearly far stronger than cultivators of the same rank. Very soon, the battle ended. All the human cultivators perished. The Demon Monsters did not stop there; only after digging out the Golden Cores of several high-level cultivators did they disappear without a trace.
And at