Only their chief was so rash to actually have the courage to block the flood. If it were an ordinary person, they would have long been swept away and washed to death.
Ignoring the lackeys, Zhou Jing spat out a mouthful of sand, feeling troubled.
The fourth apostle, Chen Feng, was fierce, but he still existed within the scope of human strength. He was also a martial artist who did not have many magical methods. He had really not reached the realm where his fleshly body could withstand the pressure of the river.
Just the short period of time when he erupted with all his might just now had consumed a lot of energy. If not for the fact that he had jumped out in the end, the Martial Path Aura would have been exhausted in a few seconds and he would have been swept away.