The murky water was spreading outward at a speed visible to the naked eye. Waves slapped against the gravel along the shore. One step later, the icy mud would have flooded over Lin Li's shoes.
With a light leap, he rose into the air.
Only after Lin Li ascended a hundred meters could he see the full picture. The open lakeshore from yesterday had already been swallowed by the floodwaters.
The area where Spirit Stone Mine could be mined was completely submerged beneath the dark, heavy water. Only a few patches of higher ground still showed small scraps of land, yet even those were wrapped tightly in silt.
Lin Li hovered in midair, unconsciously rubbing the clothes at his waist as a trace of regret flashed through his eyes.
He had stumbled upon a place where Spirit Stone Mine could be dug, only for the unexpected turn of events to interrupt him in the end.
His thoughts instantly turned to Chen Che and the others, and he began to worry about them.
With a flood this large, could they have been trapped somewhere?
Lin Li immediately adjusted his flying posture and slowly skimmed over the marsh.
His gaze remained fixed on the silt below, afraid he might miss even the slightest trace of a person.
Now and then, an unknown fish poked its head above the marsh. A column of water it spouted rose half a meter high before crashing heavily back into the muddy water, splashing a patch of foul-smelling spray.
After searching for more than ten minutes, he had not seen a single person, let alone any signs of human activity.
Lin Li stopped atop a crooked tree and looked at the marsh before him, calculating in his mind.
Continuing to search would only waste time. Perhaps they