Where to escape?
Jiang Xuan stood in front of the Vine Tribe, staring at the hopeful eyes of over a hundred people, momentarily trapped in a difficult decision.
The Mosquito Tribe came from the south, so heading south could be ruled out first.
If they fled north, they might encounter the even more terrifying Crow Tribe, which wasn't a good option either.
Behind was the Stone Mountain, in front was a river.
A river?
Jiang Xuan's eyes suddenly lit up; he finally knew where the path from his intuition lay!
Some time ago, for fishing purposes, Jiang Xuan made a large number of bamboo rafts and had the warriors of the Vine Tribe practice steering them.
Unexpectedly, before the fishing operation officially began, the Vine Tribe encountered a crisis.
If they crossed the river by bamboo raft, given the Feiyu River's width of over twenty meters, the warriors of the Mosquito Tribe would definitely be unable to pursue!
