The pit at the bottom had now turned into a small pond, the shock having shattered the rock layers, allowing groundwater to surge out through the cracks.
Before long, this place might become a lake, and then the water would escape in all directions along the fractures, forming a rare network of waterways in the north.
Chu Feng, covered in blood, was lying quietly in the pond, his slightly heaving body the only proof that he was still alive.
He had bled a lot; the blood had stained a large area of the pond red, a sight that was quite miserable.
Yet more wretched was the mysterious person not far away, who by now had his clothes completely shredded and face down embedded deeply at the bottom of the pit, his body twisted into an eerie, unnatural pose.
It was a position that a human body simply couldn't achieve.
Lin Zhong's mouth twitched as he stepped quickly through the splashing water to lift Chu Feng first and examine his injuries.
