Beyond the cliff platform, as far as the eye could see, the water surface was pitch black like ink.
The black water and lead-gray miasma of the horizon merged into a line at the end of sight, and the land below was nothing but an isolated island, with withered woods and grotesque rocks scattered across it.
"This place is..."
"The center of the Black Lake."
Zhiwei stood at the edge of the cliff, her white robe flapping loudly in the lake wind,
"That tower reaches from the lake bottom directly to the surface. We just moved from below to above the lake."
From one dire place to another.
Su Qingdai's face was pale: "The islands of Black Lake... are the lairs of the Great Marsh Golden Core Great Demons!"
"Let's go down and take a look first."
Zhiwei listened for a moment, then pointed into the depths of the withered woods,
"There's movement. Hide your aura."
The group concealed their presence and moved stealthily, crossing a stone beam to find themselves in a sheltered valley.
