Time flew by. With the sailboat's help, Shen Luo and his companions had traveled across the Weak Water for over half an hour.
"According to our sect's records, we've covered about half the distance. Hold on a little longer, and we'll reach the other shore!" Yuan Ming said, rallying their spirits.
Although no one spoke, his words eased their taut nerves a little.
The Dark Yin Green Bamboo Boat continued swiftly onward, traveling for a full quarter of an hour without encountering another ferocious beast.
"We haven't run into any beasts for so long. Looks like luck is on our side! Put in one more push, and we'll soon reach the end!" the burly woman surnamed Lin said happily.
"Quite the opposite. The beasts in the Weak Water each have their own territory, and the stronger the beast, the larger its territory. It seems we've entered the domain of a powerful creature," Yuan Ming said gravely, his expression somber.
The burly woman surnamed Lin froze at his words.
The others also felt a chill in their hearts.
Sure enough, shortly after Yuan Ming finished speaking, a wailing sound came from afar, rapidly drawing closer.
"Here it comes!" Mo Xin's gaze sharpened, and he abruptly looked toward the source of the sound.
A few breaths later, a mass of murky black mist over a thousand feet across appeared in their view. The wailing grew clearer, revealing itself to be the sound of sobbing. Wave upon wave of sound overlapped, as though a hundred people were crying at once. It was so piercing and mournful that their hair stood on end.
"A Hundred-Cry Beast!" Yuan Ming's expression changed drastically, a trace of despair appearing in his eyes.
"Is this beast very powerful?" Mo Xin asked.
Although he was a formidable being at