"Hm?"
"That's..."
Standing at the entrance to the tomb passage, Jiang Qiao noticed something wrong with the distant view. At the edge of his vision, shrouded in thick fog, an enormous, indistinct shadow had appeared.
The shadow showed through from beneath the water.
It slowly rose.
As it rose, a cold, sinister wind blew over from the distance.
"What is that thing?"
"The evil spirit underwater? The thing that was howling?"
Jiang Qiao narrowed his eyes.
This mysterious space severely interfered with his Dual Pupils. Normally, he could not see anything too far away.
But this newly emerged shadow was bizarre.
It actually made the darkness separate into layers again, as though another, slightly lighter layer of darkness had appeared within the dense blackness.
The two overlapped without interfering with each other.
It looked exceedingly strange.
The Dragon Tiger Daoist felt that sinister chill as well and also looked outside.
Although he could see nothing.
That indescribable sense of dread was enough to tell him that something had appeared in this mysterious space.
"Benefactor Jiang..." he asked quietly.
"Don't speak."
Jiang Qiao shook his head, watching the distance with a grave expression.
As the shadow rose.
Ripples began spreading across the water beneath it.
Ring after ring.
They spread outward from the center.
As more rings rippled outward, the center slowly began to bulge. Amid the sound of rushing water, a pitch-black mass gradually emerged from the surface and stood suspended in the air.
"So it's something like this!"
Jiang Qiao's gaze tightened slightly, wariness appearing in his eyes.
What had surfaced was an infant's head so enormous it was suffocating!
The head appeared to have already rotted.
Its face was twisted and swollen, its features looking as though something had crushed them. Its eyes were tightly shut, and its