"Fellow Daoists, save—save me!" When the blue-robed middle-aged man saw Lu Xiaotian's mixed group of humans and Demon Race cultivators, surprise flashed across his face. Then he gritted his teeth and ultimately chose to call out to Lu Xiaotian and the others for help.
However, before anyone could rescue him, the blue-robed middle-aged man seemed to have exhausted his magical power and could no longer hold on. He fell into the black ocean below. A cry of pain immediately rang out. When the blue-robed man's clothes touched the black water, they began to rot at a seemingly slow pace. Though it would take some time for the corrosion to kill him, even more terrifying was the black water's suction, which dragged the blue-robed man downward.
In the blink of an eye, the black water had risen to his chest, and he continued sinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In his despair, the blue-robed man released a Nascent Soul half a foot tall from the crown of his head. Looking utterly exhausted, it flew into the air, only to discover in terror that even the Nascent Soul could not escape the suction in the black water. After flying only a short distance, it ran out of strength and began to fall. Amid its shrill screams, the blue-robed man's Nascent Soul, no longer protected by his physical body, dropped into the black water and was directly dissolved, annihilating both body and soul!
"This black water is frighteningly powerful!" All the Demon Cultivators and human cultivators drew a sharp breath.
"Daoist Lu, doesn't your ancient text contain any records about this black water?" The White Jade Purple-Eyed Eagle among the Demon Race looked at Lu Xiaotian with its violet, lightning-like eyes.
"No. Perhaps it appeared later." Lu Xiaotian shook his