"He... he really fell just like that?" Watching Qin Fengming's body become wrapped in a mass of pitch-black matter before plunging into the lake, Fairy Qingyu's eyes went blank. She murmured in disbelief.
It was not only Qingyu who looked dazed. Mo Ze and Nian Lian also wore expressions of terror, unable to believe that Qin Fengming had fallen into the lake in an instant.
Ever since meeting Qin Fengming, Mo Ze had witnessed all kinds of powerful methods possessed by the young cultivator.
Whether it was the late Profound Tier thunder tribulation he encountered while undergoing his Profound Tier heavenly tribulation, or his battle with Venerable Gu Cang in Qinggu Space, the young man's strength had already given Mo Ze a blind conviction that Qin Fengming was impossible to defeat in Qinggu Space.
Yet the current situation was shocking. Before they had even entered the core of the perilous land, the young cultivator had already fallen.
"Qin Fengming! Come out! Hurry and come out! I know you won't die. You repeatedly gained the upper hand when fighting me before. How could you possibly have been killed here by just a few strands of black light..."
Suddenly, a female cultivator's hysterical voice rang across the scene.
Her voice roared as though she could no longer control her emotions. Her feelings had momentarily slipped beyond her control, and she began crying out wildly.
"That pitch-black matter is the source of divine souls that is about to condense into a Primordial Spirit. It possesses an innate greed for Primordial Spirits. Our bodies in Primordial Spirit form are even more irresistible delicacies to it. Moreover, in this Bizarre Land, once we are enveloped by its aura, it will be extremely difficult for us to escape. If we had not been far enough from