Crossing the River

The torrential rain poured down from the pitch-black sky. To them as they ran out of the inn, it was like countless blunt knives.

The force of the wind and rain jolted Yu Xing, and in almost an instant he was drenched from head to toe.

"This rain is insane!" Quinn shouted through the curtain of rain, trying to communicate. "At this rate, there's going to be a massive flood!"

So this was how the Ye River devoured people!

Even if they carried the bodies far from the river, the flood would eventually engulf them, fulfilling the instant-death condition.

Fortunately, the water wasn't rising too quickly yet. But if they let the Ye River swallow a few more bodies, they'd really be done for.

Yu Xing raised his head against the rain. The moon in the sky had finally stopped screaming. Without its earlier moonlight, the whole world seemed shrouded in a deathly gray.

Water had pooled across the harbor ground, deep enough to cover their shoes. Far away, amid the raging waves, a small boat trembled on the river, looking as though it could capsize at any moment.

The boatmen's disbelieving calls from inside the inn were soon drowned out by the rain. As the group pressed on against the wind, their voices faded completely.

"There are a few more boats over there." Zhao Yijiu spotted the vessels moored at the harbor. Getting aboard in a flood seemed like asking to die, but it was their only way to reach the boat on the river.

The group struggled to the boats. To avoid all of them capsizing and wiping out the entire group, they untied two boats and split into pairs, then rowed unsteadily toward the middle of the river.

Just as they were drawing closer to their target,