Though puzzled, everyone knew the Martial Sect's successor would not harm them, so they turned and ran without another word.
They had barely taken two steps.
Then they heard a terrifying roar behind them, like a vast host of iron steeds pounding their hooves, like a towering snowy mountain collapsing.
The entire ground shook.
The tremors were visible to the naked eye.
Every Unusual Person's eyes widened in horror. They could hardly imagine the scene behind them; all they could sense was the growing dampness around them.
They ran even harder.
But at that moment, an immense pressure descended onto everyone's shoulders, making their steps increasingly heavy.
By the end, even standing steady was difficult, let alone taking another step.
The group had no choice but to stop.
They turned around.
Beneath the night sky lay an unimaginable sight.
The Qishui had risen over a dozen zhang high. With nothing supporting it, it surged upward in defiance of the laws of physics. Vast currents converged upon it, and its height continued to increase!
A terrifying wave took shape.
Its width stretched beyond sight, easily enough to engulf all of Qishan Village.
The river water was black as ink, with bleached bones visible within its churning depths. An utterly sinister aura emanated from it, and a chilling presence spread out, locking onto everyone there!
This was also why Jiang Chen, despite being the first to notice, had not warned everyone to flee.
In fact, before the enormous wave had even formed.
He had already sensed that a terrifying will beneath the Qishui had locked onto every living thing present.
"The river god is angry! The river god is angry!"
Old Yao, his head knocked askew by the hammer and his face covered in blood, cried out in terror. He knelt toward