He waved his hand, sending Ji Dengtu and Ji Xiaoxi hundreds of feet away: "Old man Ji, protect Xiaoxi."

It was too dangerous for the two of them to be near him. Although he wasn't afraid of the monster, he was doomed if those strange magical artifacts hurt Xiao Xi.

"You brat, I know how to protect my daughter, do you need to tell me that?" Ji Dengtu snorted sullenly, but still pulled his daughter back a little.

Ji Xiaoxi said anxiously, "Daddy, go help Brother Zu! I can manage on my own."

Ji Dengtu: "..."

Xiao Xi, you really think highly of me.

What right do I have to participate in their battle? The aftershocks of any fight could kill me.

Of course, he was too embarrassed to say this in front of his daughter, so he could only cough and say, "Let that kid accumulate some combat experience first, and I'll help him when he's really in danger."

He had made up his mind that if things went wrong, he would take his daughter and run away as soon as possible.

Ji Xiaoxi couldn't help but admire, "Daddy is really amazing!"

She hadn't seen Zuan for several years, and in her memory, he was still the same young man from Mingyue City. Although she was shocked by his moves when she saw him just now, she still instinctively worried about him.

"Cough cough..." Even Ji Dengtu, who had a thick skin, felt his face burning at this moment.

At this moment, the war priest had completely opened the bottle, and soon a drop of water dripped out.

Unlike the crystal-clear water of normal days, this water droplet emitted a murky yellow hue, and faint traces of blood could be seen swirling within it.

Zu An's expression changed. A cold wind swept by, faintly bringing the howls of countless wronged souls, as if that drop of water had imprisoned countless wronged souls.

Unlike the summoning banner and the ghosts we'd encountered before, this drop of water didn't exude any eerie ghostly aura; instead, it conveyed a sense of holiness.

The feeling was extremely strange. Zuan couldn't understand why this drop of water could blend two completely different characteristics so perfectly.

The war priest carefully stepped back, as if afraid of getting the water droplet on his skin.

"go!"

He pointed at Zuan, and the drop of yellow water slowly drifted towards Zuan.

Ji Dengtu, standing some distance away, suddenly felt confident again. These water droplets were moving so slowly; even I could dodge them, let alone that kid surnamed Zu…

As he was thinking this, his eyes suddenly widened, because what started as a drop of water suddenly turned into a stream, and then into a roaring river, sweeping directly toward Zu'an.

Zaun originally thought that he had the abilities of the Blue Fly, and was naturally affinity for water, so he was not afraid of these rivers.

But when the great river swept in, the hairs on his body stood on end. His intuition told him that getting involved with this stuff would definitely not be a good idea.

He flashed and instantly teleported to the other side using a gust of wind.

The blood-yellow river water missed its target, but quickly changed direction and rushed towards him again.

Zuan immediately unleashed the Snowflake Divine Sword, activating the Snow Phoenix's power, causing countless ice crystals to rise into the sky.

Ice is naturally more effective against water elements.

A white light instantly rose from the surface of the rushing river, and soon patches of ice appeared on its surface.

On the other side, the war priest exclaimed in surprise, "How can his ice-type skill be so powerful?"

The head on the right, however, was not worried at all. Instead, it sneered, "No matter how powerful it is, it is nothing compared to that drop of water."

As soon as it finished speaking, cracks suddenly appeared on the ice on the frozen river surface, and the next second, all the ice disappeared.

I didn't even see the cracking and melting process!

Zuan was secretly alarmed. Just a moment ago, he felt that the ice elemental power he had unleashed had lost its connection with him, as if everything had disappeared.

At this moment, the head on the right laughed triumphantly: "This is a drop of water from the River of Oblivion that I obtained with great difficulty. How could it be frozen by mere ice elements?"

"The River of Oblivion?" Ji Dengtu's expression changed in the distance, and he hurriedly shouted, "Kid, don't get your hands wet! The River of Oblivion under the Naihe Bridge is a mythical river. It is said that all living beings and magical arts in the world will lose all their memories and supernatural powers if they are touched by this river."

Legend has it that after death, a person must pass through the Gates of Hell and the Road to the Underworld, which is separated from the Underworld by the Naihe River.

The Naihe River, also known as the River of Oblivion, has blood-yellow water and is filled with wandering ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. It is teeming with insects and snakes, and the air is thick with a foul stench.

There is a Bridge of Helplessness over the river, and sitting by the bridge is an old woman named Meng Po. To cross the River of Oblivion, one must cross the Bridge of Helplessness and drink Meng Po's soup to forget one's past life. Without drinking Meng Po's soup, one cannot cross the Bridge of Helplessness and thus cannot be reincarnated...

Zuan was taken aback. He seemed to have seen the River of Oblivion before, but it was clearly different from the power of this drop of water.