Ruan Tianling's eyes widened as he stared at the scene, a feeling as though his chest was about to explode!
[Stop!] He roared furiously, swimming rapidly, desperate to save the boy.
He swam with all his might, using every ounce of strength...
Suddenly, the scene before him began to distort.
The ocean disappeared, replaced by a jungle.
The boy, wearing a ghost mask, held a katana in his hands, surrounded by three wild wolves.
On a tree stood the man from the speedboat earlier.
[Kill them. They are your food. If not, you'll be theirs!]
The boy gripped the katana with both hands, his eyes beneath the ghost mask cold, pitch black, empty, and numb.
One wolf lunged at him, but he dodged nimbly and sliced its throat deeply with the sharp blade.
The wolf twitched a few times on the ground and died.
The remaining two wolves did not act alone but launched a pack attack—
The boy dodged left and right, his small, agile body darting among the trees.
