The purple-eyed man's race was unknown, but the aura he exuded just now definitely had the strength of the mid-stage of orifice transforming. Such a cultivator had real power, yet when faced with the Blackwater River, he fell into it without any resistance.
It was as if an invisible hand in the river had pulled him down, leaving him no chance to resist.
Several Yi Tribe cultivators flew out from the cliffs a kilometer away, also chased by the Giant Spirit with terror in their hearts. Three clueless cultivators, in their panic to cross the river, had barely flown out when they fell into the river with screams.
"There's something wrong with this river!"
Everyone realized this, and their expressions grew increasingly astonished.
With this lesson in mind, the remaining four or five Yi people immediately stopped, standing uncertainly by the cliff edge.