The abyssal valley floor.
A cold lake with rippling turquoise waves lay before him, the water ice-cold, with a chilling mist rising from it.
Splash!
Suddenly, the surface of the water exploded with white foam as a figure shot out, struggling to swim to the edge and lying down shivering and gasping for breath, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.
Xiao Yi's lips curled into a smile of relief at having narrowly escaped death, "Thank goodness Zhao Shi's map didn't lie to me, otherwise I would've been smashed to pieces this time!"
Faced with Zhang Xiong's relentless pressure, Xiao Yi had remembered that ancient tomb marked on Zhao Shi's map was deep within the cold lake at the base of the cliff!
The cold lake was vast, covering two-thirds of the base of the cliff, which was why he had decisively chosen to jump off.
Of course, even with the cold lake below, plummeting from a cliff thousands of meters high was a sure path to death.
