Cold.
Bitterly cold.
Jiang Qiao felt as though he had fallen into an ice cave that had existed for ten thousand years, his entire body rapidly freezing over.
"Fuck!"
He kicked his legs fiercely a few times and thrust his head above the water. The splashing echoed through the surroundings, producing wave after wave of hollow reverberations. This place appeared to be extremely spacious.
"Are you alright?"
Jiang Qiao looked at the Dragon Tiger Daoist dangling from his hand.
"I... I'm alright..." The Dragon Tiger Daoist spoke with difficulty, looking thoroughly drained. He had been incredibly unlucky, tortured half to death by that female ghost all the way here.
That final strike.
Clearly, the female ghost had realized that the two of them were about to escape her control and unleashed a killing move.
Fortunately, they had been quite far away from her.
Jiang Qiao had also bought time with the doll, and since they had been close to the breach, they swiftly rushed out of the tomb passage.
In the end, they made it out safe and sound.
They survived.
And finally shook off the female ghost's entanglement.
The Dragon Tiger Daoist looked miserable, but with strength close to that of a Fourth Order evolver, he would recover soon enough.
"For the moment, we're safe."
Jiang Qiao swept his gaze around, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Pitch-black.
An absolute darkness.
It was like thick ink, capable of swallowing every trace of light.
He activated his Dual Pupils.
Looking upward, he could see a tiny breach far above his head. That should have been where they fell from.
"This place..."
He withdrew his gaze.
He began examining his surroundings, trying to make out the environment around him.
But...
He soon discovered something.
His Dual Pupils seemed to be under interference.
Everything