[Buddha-Heart Lamp Transmission] Wu Song Infused with Spiritual Power; [Emergency Headband] Developed and Unveiled! (Continued)

For a time, spiritual light flashed across the river, while shouts of slaughter shook the heavens and drowned out the river's roar.

It was a completely one-sided massacre.

Although those Deep Diver Cultists were vicious, when faced with an organized regular army, they were like waves crashing against rock, shattering in an instant.

This force of Deep Diver Cultists left behind dozens of corpses before scrambling into the riverbed and fleeing.

"爽快! Damn, that felt good!"

Ruan Xiaoqi, that Living Yama, wiped the blood from his face and laughed heartily.

That feeling of smashing through everything in his path was simply exhilarating.

Lin Chen stood on high ground, watching the scene and nodding slightly.

They had scored an auspicious opening victory. Their morale could be put to use.

But there was little joy on his face. Instead, his gaze grew even more solemn.

Because he knew this was only an appetizer.

The farther upstream the fleet traveled, the more the surrounding environment began to change in silence.

At some point, a layer of gray mist had shrouded everything. The trees twisted grotesquely, making the place seem dark and terrifying.

All that remained was a bone-chilling cold, as though a pair of damp, icy hands had pressed against their backs.

More eerie still were the sounds.

The waves' original clamor had vanished.

In its place was a grating sound that set people's teeth on edge.

"Scrape—scrape—"

It was as if countless sharp fingernails were incessantly scraping the planks beneath the boats.

Every scrape felt like a claw raking across the heart, making people's scalps prickle.

"That sound..."

Zhu Yingtai was aboard a supply boat, holding tools as she repaired a section of the gunwale that had cracked when they were rammed earlier.

She had come from a scholar's family, and her