บท 493: Chapter 485 The Fisherman

In a forest somewhere, a bald, muscular man with three eyes on his forehead was desperately fleeing for his life.

Leaning forward, his feet barely touched the ground as he swiftly dodged the oncoming trees, as if an invisible rope was dragging him silently at high speed.

Suddenly, a mass of cloud-like substance resembling thick blood plasma descended from the sky, blocking his path.

The three-eyed man's face changed drastically, his body went from speeding through the air to an abrupt halt, and with the swiftness of lightning, he turned sharply and fled in the opposite direction. While flying, he looked back at the blood mass.

Seeing that the blood mass remained stationary in the distance, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. But just as he looked ahead to navigate his path, a wide expanse of a blood-colored water screen suddenly materialized before him.