The icy, bone-chilling river water rushed towards Charles, jolting him awake. After taking a moment to adjust to the surroundings, Charles began to dive deeper into the water.
He had already applied some [beast-driving wine] to his diving suit, and it was starting to take effect. The restless piranhas, who were previously agitated, halted about ten meters away from Charles.
Glancing at the dozens of dark, hollow eyes surrounding him, Charles gritted his teeth and quickened his pace. The effect of the [beast-driving wine] dissipates rapidly in water, so he needed to hurry and complete his task.
The Nine Hell River was far deeper than Charles had anticipated. The surroundings were pitch black, with only faint glowing spots at the riverbed guiding his way.
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