After the explanation, the Artifact Spirit asked if everyone understood.
All twenty people nodded their heads.
The Artifact Spirit waved its hand.
The next second, the Spirit River, as if released from a seal, sent a wave crashing towards the crowd, strangely.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Lights flashed across their bodies, protecting them from the waves.
Chen Mo was somewhat amazed because as the wave struck him, it felt like a giant mountain colliding into him, as if every drop of water here weighed a thousand pounds.
Two disciples even took a slight step back under the wave's impact.
"Begin."
As the words of the Artifact Spirit fell, twenty people transformed into colorful streaks of light from different directions, showcasing their Great Divine Techniques to capture the mystical spirits within the river.
At this time, the mystical spirits did not appear as docile as before, being as slippery as eels and extremely difficult to catch.
