Warlord

Lan Qi jumped angrily onto the shore. Behind him, the raft had completed its final mission, and had finally split into seven or eight logs. They were carried downstream by the rushing river, and then buried in the raging current, until they turned to dust and disappeared along with the river into the great crevasse a kilometer away.

The White-headed Eagle sat on the wet bank of the river. A mutated bush by the river twisted restlessly, then reached out its sharp, jagged leaves and tried to cut Lan Qi’s body open. Lan Qi snorted. He pulled out a military knife and nailed the leaves of the restless shrubs to the sand. The leaves of the shrubs writhed, then split in two, but were able to break away from Lan Qi’s sword. It retreated back into the main thicket, and the whole thicket moved a little more than ten meters to the side to avoid Lan Qi, who the plant judged to be a dangerous object.

This sort of thing was not uncommon in the Death God Ridge. Lan Qi didn’t have the spare strength to find the dismal changes to the shrubbery. In fact, his journey from the Lamarson River was not smooth. For example, the first night, the sudden explosion of the Death Canyon had activated the mutated fish in that part of the river.

The giant toothfish that kept rising into the air from the river caused Lan Qi no small amount of trouble. Especially after he woke up from a similar hibernating state, the recovery of his body’s functions made the giant toothed fish aware of his biological heat, so a group of giant toothed fish attacked him. Lan Qi had decisively chosen to come ashore after killing more than half of the Giant Tusk Fish. His actions were quite wise, because not long after, the two Triangular Crocodiles came swimming over after smelling the river’s bloody smell.

In the Lamassen River, the Triangular Crocodile was equivalent to a Cretaceous Tyrannosaurus Rex. They were definitely the kings of the river. The Horned Crocodile’s large and sharp horns would easily disperse the raft. If Lan Qi fell into the water, then what would test him would be the sharp teeth of the Three-Horned Crocodile, as well as its nibbling power that was close to a ton.

Some scholars have done experiments before, the bite force of Triangular Horned Crocodiles can slightly damage and twist a piece of composite armor material. Lan Qi knew that his body wouldn’t be able to withstand this sort of test. Therefore, it was best to stay far away from these kings of the river.

He spent the night in the jungle by the river, and it was not until the next day, when the Lamarson River was quiet again, that he pulled the raft into the water again. This time, things went much more smoothly. Until today, the closer they got to the downstream area, the more difficult it was to control the movement of the Lamarsson River. Ten meters for a dangerous beach, five meters for a landing spot, let alone a raft, even a professional rubber dinghy couldn’t withstand this kind of torture.

If it weren’t for Lan Qi’s experience, his raft would have disintegrated long before the Hundred Miles River was formed. How could it still be able to hold on here?

This short distance of one hundred miles through the river had nearly drained all of Lan Qi’s energy. He had no choice but to close his eyes and use his heavily trained breathing technique to speed up the recovery of his vitality.