A well?
In a jungle that stretched as far as the eye could see, a place where no one would think to settle, there was actually a well.
Something was clearly suspicious about it.
When Zhou Quan began to stir again, Yang An knocked him out with another punch.
Wen Yin's face was still contorted in agony. Over and over, illusory Evil Spirits gnawed at her flesh. But each time the blood vessels in her eyes began to spread, Yang An's Technique would shred her body to pieces.
Seizing the brief moment while the two were stable, Yang An slowly walked over to the well.
The well was massive, its mouth several yards in diameter, looking more like a large pond.
But when Yang An leaned over to look inside, he saw no water. It was unfathomably deep, like an abyss.
'I wonder where this well leads. Could it be the entrance to the Outer Continent?'
