He gripped the whip handle, charging wildly and thrashing.
The violent force blinded Zhang Liuma, tearing apart his throat.
Blood spurted out, instantly flowing into the rain.
However, the crimson blood that flowed into the rain did not get washed away or diluted; instead, it mysteriously gathered into a lump as if it were alive.
Then, this clustered blood flew upward against the driving rain.
Whistling, it rushed against the wind and rain toward the giant monstrous fish roaring in the Yuan Cang River!
The roar of the monstrous fish was earth-shattering, yet carried an indescribable ancient sorrow.
Strangely, along with its thunderous roar, came a soft, gentle, yet sorrowful female voice.
The woman's voice seemed low but was actually high, echoing hauntingly in the wild storm.
It sounded intermittent, distant and small, yet it resonated clearly in the ears of every living being.
