Chen Qing passed through layer upon layer of thick, ink-black miasma, finally landing at the bottom of Sunken Dragon Abyss with a bang.
Looking down, he saw abyssal water as black as ink, giving off a rank, fishy stench.
The water was shallow, only reaching his ankles, yet its cold pierced to the bone. An ordinary Gang Jin expert would likely have that frigid chill invade their body in an instant.
Visibility all around was extremely low. Dense gray-black miasma churned and rolled; even with Chen Qing's divine sense, he could only probe a little over a dozen zhang in every direction.
He could vaguely make out moss and poisonous herbs growing upon the rock walls.
Not far away, a massive shadow like a mountain lay still in the shallow water. It was the Black Flood Dragon whose heart Hua Yunfeng had pierced with a single sword strike.
It had not yet fully breathed its last, and its enormous body occasionally gave a faint twitch.
Hua Yunfeng's sword was embedded beneath its Reverse Scale, directly through its heart. A layer of gray-white ice crystals had formed around it, continuously spreading a biting chill.
Viscous black dragon blood gushed from the wound, dyeing the abyssal water several zhang around it an even deeper black.
Xu Min descended lightly and landed beside Chen Qing. She, too, swept her gaze warily over their surroundings before saying in a low voice, "Don't rush."
Chen Qing nodded, his gaze like lightning as it swept across every inch of the dim space.
This was, after all, the lair where the Evil Flood Dragon had dwelled for years. No one knew whether dangers besides this flood dragon lay hidden here.
Moreover, the miasma itself could corrode true essence. Staying here for long would exact a tremendous toll.