The Nalan Clan members flailing in the water were powerless despite the warnings, already deeply ensnared, some severely injured, others relentlessly dragged underwater.
The atmosphere was bleak and shocking.
Those still on the shore backed away, their faces pale, distancing themselves from the riverbank.
They exchanged glances, caught between a rock and a hard place, as anxious as ants on a hot pan, fearing for their lives.
"What do we do now? Piranhas ahead, pursued by Ning Fan and others behind, are we doomed to die here today?"
"Isn't the Family Head in the river too? He seems fine."
"I understand now, these piranhas are attracted by the scent of blood. It must be the injured getting attacked, those unharmed shouldn't be targeted."
They looked at Nalan Wushuang, and indeed, as they saw, Nalan Wushuang was already halfway across the river, just half the distance left to reach the other side.
"Perhaps we're right, those unharmed should hurry into the water."
