"Go!"
Feeling that the Ghost King had not fallen, Fang Xi made a decisive move, directly steering the Green Barley Sword into the azure lake.
For him, as long as he could not be instantly brought to death's doorstep, escaping alive was entirely possible.
He promptly formed a Water Shield Spell, pushing the surrounding waters away.
Fang Xi's eyes flickered with purple light, and even in the pitch-black environment, he could see as if it were broad daylight.
"This descent should be about ten thousand feet by now, shouldn't it?"
A thought emerged in his mind.
At this moment, Fang Xi's Divine Consciousness had already located the Core Formation Ghost King that was scouting the path ahead.
The opponent was currently entangled with a group of peculiar monster beasts.
