After leaving the lake eye.
Rakshasa Lake seemed to have returned to calm.
The water's surface was once again as smooth as a black-blue mirror.
There was not a single ripple.
Nor was there the slightest breeze.
The lead-gray fog gathered again, wrapping the surroundings tightly and leaving visibility at less than twenty meters.
Jin Shanba was still rowing, but his arms were still trembling slightly.
The instinctive terror brought by that lake eye had yet to fully fade.
He had seen plenty of terrifying things in his life, but that enormous abyss that filled his entire field of vision—and the soul-piercing horror that emanated from it—
He had truly never seen or heard of anything like it. It had completely shattered his worldview!
Though the Icefield was strange, there were few things capable of bringing such despair.
He turned to look at Jiang Qiao.
This man was still sitting calmly in the boat, as if he had not taken that lake eye seriously at all. From standing to observe it, to ordering their retreat, to sitting back down in the boat—
Jin Shanba felt that even his breathing had never faltered.
"Damn."
"What kind of heart does that take?"
"I've got no choice but to respect it."
He did not think Jiang Qiao could contend with that abyss. If they fell into it, they would all surely be finished.
But in the face of such danger, that unhurried composure truly inspired admiration.
"Keep going."
Jiang Qiao suddenly said, "There seems to be something over there."
Jin Shanba froze for a moment.
He could not see what was underwater with the naked eye, but Jiang Qiao had always been able to see it.
For instance, those things standing beneath the water earlier—Jiang Qiao could not only see where they stood,