Nine avatars.
Of course, it was impossible for every one of them to succeed on the first try. If they couldn't pass through the barrier, they could just surface and jump in again.
It was that simple.
Compared to talismans, an avatar's experience was naturally different.
The water in the pool was ice-cold.
But after descending only a few meters, Jiang Qiao immediately realized there was no water around him anymore, only clouds of hazy mist. They looked like liquid, but were actually gaseous—and so cold they chilled to the bone, cold enough to freeze the air.
The environment was harsh, but the avatars naturally weren't afraid. They continued diving downward.
They soon reached the spot where the talisman had gone out.
And, just as expected.
They were attacked from the darkness.
"Hungry Ghosts?"
The attacking Evil Spirits had disheveled hair, tattered clothes, and bodies as thin as sticks. Their numb faces held only a pair of eyes filled with intense greed and longing. When they saw Jiang Qiao's avatars, it was as if they had found a delicacy from the mortal world.
"Well, well."
"They really are these ghost-things. They all look exactly like those in 'The Last Banquet.'"
"They're just even more terrifying."
"Although they didn't ascend to the Divinity Staircase like I guessed."
"They're all Ninth Tier Peak, though."
Jiang Qiao felt a sense of restraint. Although the surroundings hadn't changed, his instincts told him he had been placed on a dining table, waiting for a gluttonous feast to begin.
"Hey!"
Boom—!
The black lightning did not reveal any electric light in this environment, but the hungry ghosts around him rapidly shattered and exploded amid crackling sounds, soon disappearing without a trace.
Silence returned.
The avatars continued sinking deeper, exploring this unknown world.
After that.
More hungry