Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Chapter 220. A Terrifying Experience in the Heavenly Prison: Shi Feiyang Leads the Heroes of Xiong Ying Through Danger to Rescue People

Lie Quan's eyes were piercing, as resolute as a lighthouse that never goes out in the cold night.

He roared repeatedly, his roars like thunderclaps, echoing through the narrow waterway with boundless fury.

Each roar was filled with the deep hatred for these piranhas. The anger that had been building up in his heart erupted like a volcano, and he unleashed it all at these monsters without reservation.

He gripped his twin swords tightly, the blades gleaming coldly in the dim waterway, mirroring his icy and resolute heart at that moment.

Each swing of the blade carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, the air filled with a whooshing sound as the blade's energy swept across the land, slicing down any piranhas that tried to approach.

Xiao Lingling, wielding the "Mandarin Duck Blades," moved with incredible agility, like a nimble swallow darting through a storm, her graceful movements brimming with power.

The twin swords in her hands danced like two butterflies fluttering gracefully, yet concealing deadly intent.

The two swords were integrated with her arms, working in perfect harmony, one for offense and one for defense, leaving no room for error.

The flashing blades were dazzling, making one feel as if they were in a silvery world of light and shadow.

Piranhas were cleaved in two by her knife, their crimson blood spreading in the water and turning the surrounding sewage even more scarlet.

Yet her figure remained light and graceful, like a fairy in the water.
Every movement she made was breathtakingly beautiful, yet the moment the blade sliced ​​through was chilling.

Xiang Kun, the "Iron Flute Scholar," held an iron flute in his hand, his expression as solemn as the sky before a storm.

He kept his lips tightly closed and played a strange and mournful tune.

The flute music was like an invisible yet incredibly sharp blade, swiftly traversing the water and piercing the piranha's vital points.

The sound of the flute echoed continuously in the waterway, carrying a mysterious yet chilling power.

The piranhas' normally agile movements became sluggish and chaotic due to the interference of the flute music.

They struggled frantically in the water, trapped in an invisible yet inescapable snare.

Xiang Kun frowned, his forehead covered with beads of sweat, large beads of sweat sliding down his pale cheeks and dripping into the water.

He dared not stop for a moment, playing the iron flute with all his might, his eyes revealing focus and determination, as he engaged in a life-or-death struggle with the piranha.

Miao Menlong, the "divine archer," drew his bow and nocked an arrow, the bow in his hands being pulled as round as a full moon.

His archery skills were superb; each arrow he shot carried a whistling sound, tearing through the air as it hurtled toward the piranha.

The arrow tip gleamed coldly and struck the piranha's head with perfect accuracy.

After being shot, the piranha thrashed in agony in the water, its body contorting into various bizarre shapes, splashing water everywhere.

A moment later, it sank to the bottom of the water, leaving only ripples spreading outwards on the surface.

Miao Menlong's eyes were focused, his gaze fixed on the piranha in the water, like a cheetah locking onto its prey. His bow remained taut, and he continuously fired deadly arrows. Each shot was delivered with calmness and decisiveness, giving the piranha no chance to breathe.

With a flurry of swings, Shan Zhi unleashed a barrage of plum blossom darts, each one flashing with a cold, icy light in the air, like shooting stars falling from the night sky.

His technique was so skillful that it was astonishing. Each dart carried a spinning power, as if it were given life, and had an indomitable momentum.

The dart pierced the piranha's body, and the piranha let out a painful "gurgling" sound, which sounded particularly shrill in the bloody waterway.

A cloud of blood mist rose from the water's surface, and the stench of blood grew stronger, permeating the entire waterway and making it almost impossible to breathe.

Dan Zhi's face was solemn, his eyes as sharp as a falcon's. He kept changing angles, shooting plum blossom darts at the piranhas in different directions, not letting go of any target that tried to escape.

Jin Liufu, nicknamed "Water Dragon," moves with ease in the water, as if a real dragon has descended.

He gripped the Water-Splitting Spear and unleashed the "Dragon Swimming in Water Skill," his movements incredibly agile as he darted swiftly through the water, creating turbulent currents wherever he went.

The water-splitting dagger in his hand gleamed coldly, each thrust carrying immense power, precisely piercing and killing the piranha.

The piranhas sensed his threat and tried to escape, but how could they easily escape in this narrow waterway?

Jin Liufu's body moved through the water like a black lightning bolt, splattering blood wherever it went.

He seemed to have become the overlord of the water, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

Lu De, nicknamed "Round Bucket," was tall and imposing, like a majestic little mountain.

He unleashed his "Rolling Stone Skill," his body resembling an indestructible barrel as he rolled through the water with astonishing force.

He stirred up the surrounding water, creating whirlpools that drew the piranhas into, leaving them disoriented.

The piranha crashed into him, but it was like an egg hitting a rock; it couldn't hurt him in the slightest. Instead, it was bounced back by his powerful strength and slammed into the waterway wall with a dull thud.

Lu Dechu laughed loudly, his laughter echoing through the waterway, full of heroic spirit.

He grabbed the piranha that was crashing into him with both hands, squeezed it hard, and the piranha died instantly in his hands, the sound of its bones breaking clearly audible.

Jiang Huotian, nicknamed "Bamboo Pole," is slender and long. He holds a forked iron pole, and every swing of it carries a fierce and chilling aura.

The iron rod slid across the water, creating splashes, and precisely pierced the piranha's vital points.

After being pierced, the piranha struggled painfully in the water for a few moments before losing its life and slowly sinking to the bottom.

Jiang Huotian's eyes were calm, like a bottomless lake, and his movements were as agile as a water sprite.

He moved freely among the piranhas, each attack clean and swift, leaving the piranhas no chance to retaliate.

Gongsun Ren, nicknamed "Centipede," wielded a pair of Wu-Yue hooks, employing the "Centipede Hook Technique." Like two agile and ferocious centipedes, he swung them through the water, the hooks flashing. His hooks swept across the water with a whooshing sound, carrying an aura of death. The approaching piranhas were torn apart, blood splattering everywhere, making the water in the channel even more murky.

Gongsun Ren's face was contorted with rage, like a demon from hell. He cursed and swung his double hooks faster and faster, engulfed in a frenzied slaughter. Each swing was filled with boundless fury.

"Blue-Faced Beast" Feng wielded the Ghost Ring Greatsword, unleashing the "Mountain-Splitting Sword Technique." His swordsmanship was extremely fierce, each strike carrying a violent aura. His eyes revealed madness and ferocity, like a raging beast.

With flashing blades, each slash resulted in the piranha being cut into pieces, blood splattering and staining everything around it red.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen held a silken net in one hand and a dagger in the other, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's.

He was agile, like a nimble eagle soaring through the piranha swarm, searching for the prey's weaknesses.

Each time he ensnared the piranha with his silken net, he would swiftly and decisively stab it in the eyes, abdomen, and other vital areas with his dagger, the movements fluid, precise, and deadly. The moment the dagger pierced the piranha's body, it would let out a painful struggle, but Xie Wen showed no mercy, continuing his search for the next target.

In this bloody battle, everyone struggled on the edge of life and death, every moment filled with unknowns and dangers.

Little pageboy Shi Xiong, though small in stature, possesses a fearless heart. In this perilous waterway, he is like a resolute pebble, unwilling to show weakness.

He gripped a thin wooden stick tightly in his hand, yet the stick seemed to hold immense weight in his grasp.

His face was tense, his cheeks were flushed, and fine beads of sweat kept seeping from his forehead. However, his eyes showed a stubbornness and determination. He suppressed his fear and followed closely behind the others, throwing himself into this thrilling and bloody battle.

His gaze was fixed on the approaching piranha. With each swing of the stick, he used all his strength. The stick cut through the water with a whooshing sound and struck the piranha hard, splashing water everywhere.

Although his strength was relatively weak, his indomitable fighting spirit was like a glimmer of light in the darkness, inspiring the heroes.

Locked in a cage, Wu Zhong, nicknamed "Iron Palm," watched as the piranhas surged toward the Xiong Ying heroes like a tidal wave. With a sudden surge of determination, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes, like a bolt of lightning suddenly illuminating the cold night.

Ignoring his weakened state, he unleashed astonishing power, like a caged beast driven mad by rage.

Suddenly, he let out a loud shout, his voice booming like a bell, and struck the cage with both palms.

Although the cage was incredibly sturdy, it swayed slightly under his all-out attack.

Wu Zhong clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulged, and the veins on his forehead stood out like winding little snakes.

He exerted his strength again, and with a "crack," the cage was cleaved open.

Wu Zhong staggered, his steps unsteady, each step seemingly requiring all his strength, yet his eyes were unwavering, burning with a fierce flame.

At this moment, although his hands were shackled with heavy chains, making his movements extremely difficult, he still rushed towards the water gate without hesitation.

He reached the gate and braced himself against it with both hands. The steel gears creaked and groaned under his force, like the roar of a demon. The gears mercilessly ground against his palms, and blood gushed out instantly, staining the gate crimson.

Wu Zhong gritted his teeth, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, but he remained silent, burying all his pain deep in his heart.

Thanks to his efforts, the gate slowly closed, keeping the piranhas out.

They were banging wildly on the other side of the gate, making a dull thud.

Wu Zhong paid a heavy price; his hands were a bloody mess with bones exposed, and he was swaying precariously from the pain and blood loss, so much so that a gust of wind could knock him over.

Wu Zhong's wife, Xiao Lingling, was extremely anxious, like an ant on a hot pan. She gripped the pair of mandarin duck knives tightly in her hands, the blades gleaming with a cold light, just like her resolute eyes, revealing a spirit that was ready to die.

She darted to Wu Zhong's side in a flash, her movements as swift as a cheetah. Without a word, she swung her knife at the shackles on Wu Zhong's feet and hands. Each swing was filled with her anxiety and anticipation; the blade whistled through the air.

However, the chains and shackles were made of fine steel, incredibly hard, like an unshakeable mountain.

Although Xiao Lingling was skilled in martial arts, she was unable to cut it off.

Her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and a hint of despair and resentment flashed in her eyes, like someone falling into an abyss desperately searching for a glimmer of hope. Just then, Shi Feiyang rushed over like a black lightning bolt.

His face was as cold and stern as frost, and his eyes were as firm as a lighthouse that never goes out in the cold night.

He gripped the Frost Blade tightly in his hand, its blade radiating a chilling aura that froze the surrounding air.

He took a deep breath, channeled his strength into his arm, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the Frost Blade traced a beautiful yet deadly arc through the air, slicing towards the iron chains and shackles. This slash, seemingly gentle, contained immense power, like a bolt of lightning in the cold night, carrying an unstoppable force.

With a sharp "crack," like a bolt from the blue, the chains and shackles snapped, sending fragments flying like fireworks, yet carrying an aura of endless danger. Seeing this, Jin Liufu immediately rushed forward, his agile movements like those of a nimble cheetah, swiftly traversing the narrow waterway.

Reaching Wu Zhong's side, he crouched down slightly, and with a firm push of his hands, steadily lifted Wu Zhong onto his back. Wu Zhong's face was as pale as paper, and his body was so weak that he had almost no strength left. He could only lean helplessly against Jin Liufu's back, but his eyes were filled with gratitude.

Upon seeing this, the heroes were all filled with excitement, seeing the dawn of a new era.

They quickly surrounded Wu Zhong and Jin Liufu, protecting them in the middle, and carefully walked towards the waterway exit.

The crowd's eyes shone with vigilance and determination, like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, and they gripped their weapons tightly.

Everyone's nerves were on edge, like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to face any unknown danger.

However, the moment they stepped out of the waterway, everyone gasped, as if an invisible force had gripped their throats.

Outside the waterway, countless Imperial Guards were lined up densely, like a black ocean, completely surrounding them.

These Imperial Guards wore flying fish robes, the flying fish patterns embroidered with exquisite detail and lifelike detail. Under the sunlight, the fish scales shimmered with a cold light, each scale concealing a deadly danger.

They wore black gauze hats, and beneath the brims, pairs of eyes were cold and sharp, like the eyes of wolves in the cold night, exuding a chill.

The leader of the Imperial Guards, Xiang Yushan, was tall and imposing, like a towering mountain, giving off an invisible sense of oppression. His face was stern, with hard lines, as if carved by a knife and axe, as if the years had etched cruel marks on his face.

A slight, disdainful smirk played on his lips, a smile as chilling as winter frost, mocking the overestimation of the assembled heroes. His flying fish robes were even more magnificent, with a jewel-encrusted belt around his waist, the gems gleaming brilliantly, signifying his status and position.

At this moment, he stood tall and proud, his hands behind his back, exuding an air of superiority, as if the whole world was under his control.

The ordinary Imperial Guards wore solemn expressions, like rows of cold statues. Their eyes revealed ruthlessness and obedience; they were well-trained killing machines. They stood in neat rows, holding embroidered spring knives in their hands. The blades were long and slender, made of fine steel, and the edges were extremely sharp, gleaming coldly in the sunlight, seemingly capable of easily tearing through anything in their path.

The hilt is wrapped in black leather, which is tough and comfortable to hold, making it easy for the Imperial Guards to exert their strength in fierce battles.

The scabbards are engraved with exquisite patterns, intricate and mysterious, concealing countless unknown secrets and showcasing the extraordinary nature of this weapon. The Zhuge Repeating Crossbows, on the other hand, are ingeniously designed yet exude a chilling aura.

The crossbow body is made of solid hardwood, finely polished to a mirror-like surface that reflects a cold light.

The crossbow arm is inlaid with thin metal plates engraved with markings so that the firing angle can be precisely adjusted.

The crossbow mechanism is made of pure steel with a precise construction and a crisp trigger feel. With just a light pull, it can bring about death.

The crossbow bolts are specially made, with shafts made of sturdy bamboo and coated with a layer of moisture-proof and insect-proof tung oil, making them more durable.

The arrowheads are triangular in shape, forged from refined iron, and polished to an extremely sharp point, gleaming with a chilling light. Once they hit their target, they can cause enormous damage, like the scythe of death.

Seeing the heroes emerge from the waterway, he waved his hand at Yushan and gave a booming command: "Release the arrows!"

The voice was cold and crisp, like a pronouncement from hell, echoing in the vast expanse of heaven and earth, sending chills down one's spine.

In an instant, a volley of arrows rained down, crossbow bolts whistling through the air as they hurtled towards the assembled heroes, intent on annihilating them. The Imperial Guards, like a group of well-trained death messengers, swiftly and in perfect unison raised their repeating crossbows.

Their eyes were cold and resolute as they carried out a ruthless massacre.

Crossbow bolts rained down like a torrential downpour, hurtling towards the waterway opening at an astonishing speed.

The dense crossbow bolts, like countless black lightning bolts, tore through the air, emitting a sharp and piercing whistling sound.

Each crossbow bolt gleamed with a chilling light, like the gleaming scythe in the hand of death, exuding a terrifying and deadly aura, bringing the threat of death wherever it went.

Witnessing the overwhelming rain of arrows, the heroes hurriedly brandished their weapons to defend against the surging crossbow bolts, while being forced to retreat step by step towards the waterway prison.

Their weapons flashed through the air, leaving afterimages. Each block was accompanied by the clanging of metal, sparks flying everywhere, a desperate light gleaming in the dim waterway.

Shi Feiyang's face was cold and stern, but his eyes revealed determination and fearlessness.

He flashed forward, like a black lightning bolt, and instantly stood in front of everyone.

The Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand moved swiftly, creating gusts of wind and drawing streaks of silver light, like an indestructible shield that blocked the incoming crossbow bolts.

A silver light screen shimmered amidst the rain of arrows, sparks flying everywhere. He was like a war god, protecting his brothers and sisters behind him.

Xiao Lingling, along with the other heroes, fought valiantly to fend off the crossbow bolts.

Her eyes were wide open, her gaze filled with determination and resilience.

The mandarin duck swords in her hands flew up and down, flashing with light, like two nimble butterflies dancing gracefully in a rain of arrows, yet concealing deadly intent.

She deflected the crossbow bolts aimed at herself and those around her.

Each swing of the sword was imbued with all his strength, an attempt to carve a path to survival amidst the raging rain of arrows.

However, the crossbow bolts were too fierce, like endless waves.

Her arms gradually began to ache, as if filled with lead, making each swing incredibly difficult.

Sweat beads rolled down his forehead like beans, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground, only to be crushed instantly by his hurried footsteps.

Jin Liufu carried Wu Zhong on his back, struggling to move through the crowd.

His legs felt as heavy as lead, and each step required tremendous effort.

He used his broad body to shield Wu Zhong from the crossbow bolts as he retreated into the prison.

His back was already soaked with sweat, and the clothes clinging to his body were icy cold, but he was oblivious, his mind preoccupied with only one thought: to protect Wu Zhong. Wu Zhong lay on his back, his heart filled with guilt and helplessness.

His eyes were filled with self-blame and pain. Looking at his brothers and sisters who were in danger to save him, he wished he could turn back time and avoid this crisis.

The group finally retreated back into the prison, but the crossbow fire from outside continued unabated.

Crossbow bolts rained down on the walls of the prison, producing a dull, chilling sound.

Each impact was like the knocking of death, echoing in everyone's hearts. Just then, a loud crash rang out, and an iron cage, like a demon descending from the sky, crashed down with unstoppable force, imprisoning the heroes of Xiong Ying.

The sound of iron bars clashing echoed within the prison, like the mad laughter of a demon, proclaiming that everyone was trapped in a desperate situation.

The heroes of Xiong Ying were suddenly in dire straits, their eyes filled with both anger and resentment.

They were furious at the enemy's treachery and cunning, and unwilling to be imprisoned here.

Faced with such a powerful enemy, their minds went blank, and for a moment, they couldn't think of a way to break through.

They looked around the cage, trying to find a glimmer of hope, but all they found were cold iron bars and a relentless rain of arrows.

Helpless, Shi Feiyang let out a long sigh, a sigh filled with endless helplessness and regret.

He exchanged glances with the others, and they all saw the same emotion in each other's eyes.

In those eyes, there was worry about the unknown fate, helplessness at being unable to change the status quo, and even more guilt towards his brothers and sisters.

Wu Zhong was filled with self-reproach; the guilt was like a surging tide, almost completely overwhelming him.

His eyes reddened, and tears welled up uncontrollably, rolling down his cheeks.

At this moment, he could no longer suppress the pain in his heart and burst into tears. His voice was mournful and desperate, like the howl of a wounded beast.

He wept bitterly, blaming himself repeatedly: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault! I've dragged all my brothers and sisters into this mess. If it weren't for saving me, how could you have ended up in such a desperate situation..."

His words were filled with regret and self-blame; each word carried a heavy shackle, pressing down on his heart and making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The heroes gathered around, their faces filled with concern and determination.

There was no resentment in their eyes, only warmth and strength.

Liao Pei, the master of Tongbei Quan, stepped forward, extended his broad palm, and gently patted Wu Zhong's shoulder. He said firmly, "Brother Wu, don't blame yourself so much. Since we are brothers, we share the good times and the bad. What happened today is not your fault alone. We will share life and death; this is the oath of our Xiong Ying Society!"

His voice was deep and powerful, echoing like a resounding bell within the cage, bringing a glimmer of hope to everyone. "Mandarin Duck Blades" Xiao Lingling also said softly, "Husband, please don't think like that. Everyone came to save you willingly. We are one, sharing life and death, and will never abandon each other."

Her voice was gentle yet firm, her eyes glistening with tears, yet still filled with love and support for Wu Zhong.

The crowd offered words of comfort and encouragement to Wu Zhong, their sincere words like the warm spring sun gradually dispelling the gloom in his heart. A resolute light shone in their eyes, assuring Wu Zhong that no matter the adversity, they would stand together and never back down. However, whether they could find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation and break free from this cold prison remained an unknown suspense.

Shi Feiyang stood to one side, his face as if shrouded in frost, so solemn that it was hard to breathe.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable, a mixture of worry and determination.

At this moment, he knew all too well that the situation was extremely precarious, and the lives of the heroes hung by a thread about to snap. He pondered to himself that if he were alone, with his profound skill, he could unleash the highest level of the "Mingyu Gong"—"Wuji Shura"—and this seemingly impregnable iron cage would be nothing more than fragile rotten wood in his eyes.

Simply by circulating his divine power, a rich and warm jade-colored light would emanate from his body. The light was almost tangible, containing an unparalleled and devastating internal force that would surely shatter this cage into countless fragments.

However, he could not act rashly. The space inside the cage was cramped, and if he exerted his full power, the violent force would erupt in this confined space, like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, and would be out of control. His brothers and sisters around him would most likely be affected by this force and suffer serious injuries.

Thinking of this, Shi Feiyang clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his arms bulging like winding snakes. His heart was struggling and weighing the options painfully, and his eyes revealed a deep helplessness, just like a trapped beast stuck in the mud, with great strength but nowhere to use it.

Kang Fusheng, the commander of the Imperial Guards, Xiang Yushan, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and Lü Yuan, the deputy commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard—these three top experts in the capital—were standing outside the cage with smug smiles on their faces.

That smile was twisted and ferocious, like a demon from hell.

Their laughter was shrill and piercing, like the hooting of owls in a silent graveyard, echoing endlessly in the dark and gloomy prison, sending chills down one's spine. The rehabilitation student laughed so hard he was doubled over, his fat face jiggling violently, looking just like a greedy, fat pig.

He pointed his finger at the group of heroes in the cage and laughed maniacally, "Hahaha, that's great! We've finally wiped out these damned bandits from the Xiong Ying Society! Even if they have extraordinary abilities, they're still trapped in our hands today, like turtles in a jar!"

Xiang Yushan's lips curled into a cold smile as he echoed, "Hmph, these江湖草莽 (jianghu caomang, meaning roughnecks and outlaws) dare to oppose the imperial court. They are utterly overestimating themselves and incredibly foolish. Today is their death day, and they will pay a heavy price for their arrogance!"

With his arms crossed and a cold, serpentine glint in his eyes, Lü Yuan said smugly, "We have performed such a great service this time, His Majesty will surely reward us handsomely, and wealth and glory will be just around the corner!"

The three of them chatted away, their arrogant and domineering demeanor suggesting that fame and fortune were already firmly in their grasp, dangling right before their eyes.

The anger in Lie Quan's heart was like a raging fire, burning brighter and brighter, almost threatening to engulf him.

His eyes were bloodshot, like two burning fireballs, staring intently at the iron bars of the cage. His gaze seemed to burn with intense heat, as if he wanted to scorch a huge hole in the iron bars.

Suddenly, he roared loudly, his voice booming like a bell, making the surrounding air tremble.

He raised the "Qiankun Blade" high in his hand, carrying immense force and his burning rage, and slashed fiercely at the iron branch.

The blade sliced ​​through the air with a whooshing sound, as if it were about to sever all the constraints and obstacles in the world.

However, the iron rod was as thick as a bowl, incredibly hard, forged from refined steel, and indestructible. A loud "clang" resounded, like the tolling of a great bell, echoing within the prison, sparks flying everywhere, like fireworks bursting forth, yet carrying with them endless despair.

Lie Quan felt a sharp pain in his arm, as if he had been struck hard by a heavy hammer. His thumb and forefinger split open, and bright red blood slowly flowed down the hilt of the knife, dripping onto the cold ground and instantly spreading out like a blooming blood flower.

But his indomitable spirit made him never back down. He gritted his teeth, his facial muscles contorted from the effort, and raised his broadsword high again, ready to continue hacking, his eyes filled with stubbornness.

The rehabilitation trainee stood outside the cage, a cruel sneer on his face, a smile as cold as winter frost, chilling to the bone and sending shivers down one's spine. He slightly raised his hand, his hand like the scythe of death, waving gently in the air. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, like a messenger from hell delivering a death sentence, and he coldly uttered a few words: "Flood the prison, drown these damned fools!"

His voice was deep and cold, echoing in the dark and damp prison, carrying an unquestionable authority.

The soldiers outside the prison moved swiftly, like well-trained killing machines. They skillfully turned the mechanisms, and a series of creaking sounds rang out, like demons grinding their teeth in the dark, a sound that sent chills down one's spine.

Immediately afterwards, the sluice gate at the top of the prison slowly opened, and a surging torrent of water poured down like a roaring beast, with overwhelming force, rushing straight towards the Xiong Ying heroes trapped in the cage.

The water flow grew stronger and stronger, like a raging flash flood, and instantly submerged everyone's ankles.

The icy water, carrying a chilling cold, felt like countless ice needles, quickly seeping into everyone's clothes, causing them to shiver involuntarily.

Shi Feiyang frowned deeply, his brows as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, forming a deep "川" (river) character.

His eyes were like cold stars in a cold night, shining with unwavering determination despite being in dire straits.

He quickly scanned his surroundings, his eyes sharp and urgent, not missing a single corner, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation, a way to lead everyone out of danger.

(End of this chapter)