"We still need to rely on this kid to help us escape the Demon Race's encirclement and slaughter!" After Gu Mingyue spoke, he shouted at Zhang Chen's retreating back:
"Be careful. There is Weak Water below that can drown all things. I'll lend you a hand..."
As Gu Mingyue said this, he recalled how Zhang Chen had suppressed his authority. Even his authority as the Yangtze River Water God could be suppressed by Zhang Chen—would Zhang Chen really fear Innate Divine Water?
With that thought, Gu Mingyue halted in his tracks. He stood at the Great Tomb Entrance, staring wordlessly into the pitch-black passage.
Within the dim Underground Palace, Zhang Chen was not here for the first time. In an instant, his Water Authority expanded, and endless Weak Water appeared within his perception, falling under his control.
In a single instant, Zhang Chen sensed Chen Sanliang's corpse. It lay silently at the bottom of the Weak Water, utterly devoid of life.
Zhang Chen stepped upon the surface of the Weak Water. Waves surged one after another, and Chen Sanliang's corpse rose from the depths of the river to float before him.
Chen Sanliang was dead, dead without even a burial place, with not the slightest trace of life remaining.
"Someone as strong as Chen Sanliang actually died here so miserably, without even stirring a single ripple. It's simply terrifying." Zhang Chen could not help but let out a quiet sigh.
Chen Sanliang had been a peak Eleventh Order expert, and a powerhouse who had grasped Great Dao Power. Yet he had capsized in this gutter. It was clear just how vicious the strange powers of heaven and earth could be. No matter how powerful one was, a moment's carelessness could still lead to a wreck.
Zhang Chen looked at Chen