The barrier net sank out of sight, the ground shook violently, and the river embankment collapsed in a spray of water.
The hunters on the bank were already moving, sprinting away.
At that moment, they had no time to think, nor did they realize that their panic and helplessness mirrored those of the prey they had once hunted. Now the hunters themselves had been reduced to the same state. It was a bitter irony.
Ironic though it was, it did nothing to slow their increasingly frantic pace. The dark abyss of danger and helplessness had engulfed their hearts and swallowed their reason. They could no longer spare a thought for words like cowardice or incompetence.
Victor and Vic still retained some of their reason, while Yenaier showed no sign of panic at all. She remained where she stood, sword in hand, her keen eyes like those of a hawk fixed on its prey, ready to take flight at any moment.
"Go! Don't stay here!"
Only when Zeng Mu shouted again did she realize that he was not trapped in danger. As the colored mist swept toward them like dense fog at dawn, Yenaier put away her sword and told the two men, "Come on. Staying here won't help him at all. If Nameless wants to get away, that thing won't be able to stop him."
With that, she moved, as decisive as a rabbit spotting a trap and nimbly escaping it. In a flash, she caught up with the hunters ahead. Victor and Vic hesitated no longer and followed her. Seconds later, only the Colored Poison Mist remained where they had stood.
The Colored Poison Mist released by the Jiao Monster spread in a circle two hundred meters across, even hiding the reeds on the opposite bank.
River water, riverside,