The impact of the water was like hitting a brick wall. The Silver Creek was ice-cold, fed by underground mountain springs, and it was moving rapidly.
Chen Ying used the momentum, her body cutting through the white foam with powerful strokes. She was a strong swimmer, but the current was harsh, clawing at her limbs and trying to pull her under the dark, jagged rocks that lined the riverbed.
"Hold on!" Chen Ying commanded. Her voice was a sharp blade that sliced through the roar of the rushing water, reaching Wang Bai's ears just as she was about to go under again.
They were being swept into the narrowest part of the channel, where the river compressed before the final plunge. A large log was wedged between two massive boulders, vibrating violently under the sheer pressure of the water. It was a temporary anchor in the chaos.
