Beneath the Towering Mountains, the Capsule Pod hurtled along at full speed.
Inside the Capsule Pod, Qin Siyang ran his radar at full capacity, scrutinizing every blinking dot on the screen.
Yet after an entire day of sweeping searches, aside from occasionally running into a few foolish Medium Gods that he casually punched into dust, those damned bulls seemed to have vanished off the face of the earth. He had not seen so much as a single bull hair.
"Could they have migrated away?" Qin Siyang's brows knitted tightly.
Time waited for no one. The threat of the outsiders hung over him like a sword, forcing him to take risks.
Gritting his teeth, he abandoned the pod and brought out a flying item. His figure became a streak of light as he began a more aggressive visual search at low altitude.
In the past, he would never have made such a spectacle of himself. But now, relying on the natural barrier of River Ridge and his confidence in his own strength, Qin Siyang decided to gamble on efficiency.
Unfortunately, even after piercing clouds and cutting through mist, practically turning the entire mountain range upside down, he still found nothing.
Full of doubts and frustration, Qin Siyang had no choice but to temporarily abandon the mountains, turn around, and fly toward the surging Great River.
There was nothing else for it. Since he could not find them in the mountains, he would try his luck in the water.
The instant Qin Siyang's figure disappeared over the horizon.
At the previously empty confluence of the rivers, clouds and mist suddenly churned, rippling along with the water vapor.
The mist dispersed, revealing several enormous figures that flickered between solidity and intangibility.
They were none other than the three races—Power Bull, Sturgeon Crocodile,