Shui Tian's body was taut as a fully drawn bow.
He desperately wanted to refuse.
Shen Fan's decision could very well send them plunging into an unknown abyss.
But in the end, he voiced no objection.
His experiences over the past few days had already filled him with an almost blind trust in Shen Fan.
This man could always work miracles!
Besides, even if they turned back, without Shen Fan's protection, they could easily run into a terrifying crisis. If that was the case, they might as well follow Shen Fan's lead.
Still, they couldn't all go. The others in the group were far weaker than the two of them. It was better to leave them behind and wait for good news.
After instructing the rest of his people, Shen Fan and Shui Tian concealed every trace of their auras. Like two shadows blending into the gloom, they followed far behind the Abyss Ruins creatures.
The Black Abyss Marsh had its own peculiar rules: flight was impossible. And the paths through the marsh were treacherous, every step sinking into black mud that swallowed their ankles.
The stench of blood and decay grew even stronger, almost tangible as it wormed its way into their noses and mouths.
The thump of that silver heart became the only beat in this silent, lifeless world.
With every pulse, Shui Tian felt his Divine Soul resonate with it. A sorrow and helplessness born from the very source of life kept gnawing at his will.
He had no choice but to divert some of his holy energy to protect his mind and keep it clear.
Shen Fan, by contrast, seemed completely unaffected.
His steps were light and steady, his gaze calmly fixed on the twisted figures ahead, as if he were tracking them on an ordinary