Chen Qing looked over and immediately spotted the anomaly.
These exotic beast corpses seemed to have been gnawed apart and left to rot, yet their most essential cores—the Essence Blood containing the source of life—appeared to have all been taken away.
"Look over there!"
Lin Wei pointed at a massive reef closer to the center of the Water Eye vortex.
Lying atop the reef was an even larger exotic beast carcass, like a small mountain.
Most of the remains had been blurred by the scouring currents, but the surviving portion of its shell was as heavy as a mountain range, gleaming with the color of black jade.
Even after being dead for so long, it still radiated a suffocatingly heavy pressure.
"Ink... Ink Armor Turtle Dragon?!"
Song Ming's voice trembled with disbelief. "This is one of the true overlords of the depths of Qianchuan Marsh! They say it lived for centuries, and even superior treasure artifacts could barely break its shell! How... how did it die here? And get gnawed into this state?"
He pointed at the torn bite marks on the Turtle Dragon's corpse. "These marks... It looks like it was bitten to death by something even bigger? A territorial struggle?"
Ink Armor Turtle Dragon! One of the most formidable exotic beasts in the depths of Qianchuan Marsh.
Yet it had died soundlessly in this outer perimeter Water Eye, its corpse gnawed beyond recognition!
The shock of this sight far surpassed the danger they had faced from the Black Python.
Chen Qing's heart sank as well.
Anything capable of killing such an exotic beast—and even draining all its Essence Blood—was unimaginably terrifying.
"The center of the Water Eye!"
Wu Yuanhua's voice tightened as he pointed at the slowly turning enormous vortex.
At some unknown point, a strange dark-red layer