Fang Zhengzhi did not know what was happening above him. All he thought about was saving Yan Xiu. Having grown up in a village, he had much experience with rivers and lakes, so he took to water very well.
Furthermore, with the support and help of the Dao of All Creation, it was no exaggeration to say that Fang Zhengzhi was like a fish.
But where was Yan Xiu?
No more than 10 seconds had passed between Yan Xiu falling into the water and Fang Zhengzhi jumping in after him.
Fang Zhengzhi was suspicious and worried. Even though he and Yan Xiu had some distance between them, he should still be able to see Yan Xiu. But now, he could not see Yan Xiu.
He could not even see a shadow. All he saw was black, almost as if he was swimming in ink.
What was happening?
Where is Yan Xiu?
Could it be...
