Six hundred zhang is equal to two thousand meters high, which is considered short in the Giant Spirit Race. Accustomed to towering bodies, becoming one meter six tall naturally makes them feel quite constrained.
"Hate it but have to endure." Feng's body emitted a gray-brown light.
Xiang Beifei and Li Qianluo looked at each other.
"You want to go into the Ruishui River?" Luo Shanyou asked in surprise.
He well knew how terrifying the Ruishui River was; without reaching the Ancestral Dao Realm, most could barely withstand its strong corrosive nature. He didn't expect the Giant Spirits to go in.
"Their skin's thick! Ruishui can't corrode them at all." Xiaohei said.
The last time they saw the old Giant Spirit, Father Pu drank a mouthful of Ruishui River to shrink his body, making it easier to communicate with Xiang Beifei. To countless races, the fearsome Ruishui River might just be mouthwash to the Giant Spirit Race.
