Not the Sea of Desire, but the Sea of Blood! It's Him!

Cheng Shi's will to survive erupted in an instant.

He immediately held his breath and closed his eyes. He even covered his ears, and the moment he raised his hand, he threw out the lamp and dice. Facing the reflection in the "sea," he switched his faith and activated the Never-Lost Gambling Tools.

The movements were practiced to the extreme. Even the Hunter, renowned for his agility, would probably have praised Cheng Shi with a "Beautiful" after seeing them.

But sometimes, beautiful movements were useless—especially in this sea of desire, where all the blessings of Destiny seemed to have failed.

Cheng Shi failed to exchange places with the dice. The viscous pulling force around him continued dragging him along, seemingly intent on pulling the Fate Weaver who had stumbled in here straight into the abyss of desire. With no other choice, the Fate Weaver switched back to the Clown, hoping to gain a moment of freedom by merging into the smoke, but that failed too.

Cheng Shi's face was pale. He felt countless emotions surge violently in his heart: fear, confusion, panic, and despair. Instinctively, he slapped at the surrounding "water," swimming toward some direction with all his might.

He didn't know where he was "swimming." He only knew that he didn't want to die here.

Perhaps Cheng Shi's will to survive was simply too strong. Or perhaps Destiny's blessing had finally dried out this sea of desire and found him again. In any case, as he swam, he suddenly sensed a change in his surroundings.

The temperature rose slightly. The resistance around him grew weaker and weaker, while the fear in his heart gradually faded. Had he escaped?

Cheng Shi's spirits jolted. He kicked hard and surged forward, and when he felt the "seawater" around him change from viscous