If I stopped swimming even for a moment, I would float upward—not sink down. I dove below again! Wang Luoying held a sword in one hand and swam after me without letting up. Her swimming skills might even have been better than mine. [Burning^Text^Bookstore]
I hurriedly felt for the Dragon Shark in my life tablet. The Dragon Shark twisted its body and got stuck right there, utterly unreliable. The passage here was far too narrow.
Wang Luoying was a sword cultivator. When talismans could not be used, the sword was their way of fighting. That was where sword cultivators had an advantage over other Arcane Sect cultivators. That was why, even though I had clashed with her using sword techniques earlier, she had still been able to hold her ground when the ghost general harassed her.
Terrified that the Dragon Shark would be slaughtered, I grew anxious and could only make several silent hand gestures to recall it. Then I touched the little bronze coffin and summoned Wang Yan, while I swam toward the bottom.
After diving to the bottom, I suddenly felt a suction force dragging me downward. I did not even know where it was pulling me. The way ahead was pitch-black, and only my Yin-Yang Eyes could make out some of the walls.
The walls were made of extremely smooth blue bricks, probably several hundred years old. They were so slippery that I could not find anywhere to brace myself. I kept swimming forward, but I was afraid that if I slowed down any more, I would run out of oxygen and have no choice but to flee beneath the underworld.
Wang Yan was a type of ghost formed from energy. As long as the little bronze coffin was not destroyed, she would not disappear. Although her