Drowned in Fear; Hah, Ptooey

In this world of monotonous color, aside from the enormous hand below shrouded in Black Oil, there was only this boundless sea of black oil.

There was no air here, yet it was saturated with the dense aura of the Black Hand. These incomparably dense auras converged into a tremendous pressure like that at the bottom of a ten-thousand-zhang sea. Coupled with the Black Hand's might, any ordinary cultivator who fell in here would be crushed to death in an instant.

Crushed to death in the literal sense. Before their minds could collapse beneath the pressure, their bodies and souls would already have been crushed dead.

The Black Robed Woman used Time's Up, maintaining this body in the best state it could currently achieve, yet she still advanced with some difficulty.

If she fell into the sea of Black Oil below, she felt there was a high chance that her fleshly body would be crushed apart alive.

Yet now, a youth who looked very young, whose aura had been completely suppressed by the powerful aura here, floated up from beneath the surface of the Black Oil Sea.

The Black Robed Woman knew all too clearly what this represented.

Other than the one from the legends who had already escaped this place, there could not possibly be a second person.

The Black Robed Woman froze in midair. Her pupils slowly dilated, as though they had swallowed her entire irises. Every muscle in her body stiffened, and even the power within her seemed frozen in place.

An emotion called fear continuously surfaced in her eyes.

There was a saying: a newborn calf feared no tiger, but once it grew horns, it feared wolves instead.

Sometimes, the more one knew, the more one feared. The clearer the gap was in one's understanding, the