"Tap tap tap..."
A corridor outside the lake, a series of footsteps echoed.
An old man, thin and black, appeared atop of the cave wall with the Box of Ten Thousand Souls in his hand. His gaze stretched far, spanning several kilometers, and he suddenly saw a dark figure enshrouded in a massive flow of Hongze water at the center of the lake.
The shadow was indistinct, extremely terrifying, and overwhelmingly majestic.
The entire lake was resonating with his breath, constantly triggering tides and tsunamis. His every move directly influenced changes in the surrounding environment.
One could see.
The figure only had the upper half of a torso, while the lower half was made of flowing water.
Obviously, it was the injury left over from the descent months ago.
"Swish!"
The blurred figure suddenly lifted its head, instantly sensing the arrival of Ming Zong.
"Swoosh!"
