"You said going down would be deadly, why isn't that person being attacked by the Crimson Relampago Piscean?"
The captain glanced over, and his mouth wide open.
In the distance, within the waist-high grass, a slender and tall figure in black clothes caught his eye.
The individual walked on the perilous wetland as if on flat ground, unarmed.
Such a person would attract the attention of mutated creatures in the wetland within moments.
As expected, two Crimson Relampago Piscean, each over a meter long, suddenly emerged from the wetland.
Their open mouths were filled with sharp teeth.
It was glinting under the sunlight, and heading directly towards the black clothes man's head.
The three-person team's eyelids jumped heavily, thinking that the Crimson Relampago Piscean were about to bite off a section of the man's body.
