Taking advantage of Xiao Dian distracting the Mist Caterpillars, the mask-wearing Han Qiwu strode forward to survey the surrounding area.
There's still half an hour until the hour mark, and the broken compass couldn't offer assistance for now.
"Splash, splash."
Han Qiwu heard some water noises near his ears. However, it wasn't loud enough to sound like rushing waves—rather, it felt more like something jumping and then falling back into the water.
After the splashing sound, bubble noises followed. While faint, they echoed clearly.
What could it be?
Han Qiwu's curiosity was sparked, and he decided to check out what's going on over there.
"Shhh, shhh."
A fog of Mist Caterpillars flew toward him again, layering themselves one after another to block his path.
"Xiao Lai, take care of them!"
