If Jiang Lu had taken the deep sea lightly before, thinking it was nothing to fear, a trace of dread now crept into her heart.
The fearsome power of nature was never to be underestimated.
As she silently raised her guard, the formation of Crimson Coral surrounding her in layer after layer slowly entered the range of the suction above the waterfall.
The devouring pull she had expected never came.
Surprise flashed through Jiang Lu's eyes.
These strange, blood-colored corals were completely unaffected by the Polar Undertow's suction!
Ignoring the terrifying pull of the abyss around them, they continued to move at a slow, steady pace, carrying her across the undertow and toward a point directly above the waterfall. It was as though this dreaded deep-sea death trap were nothing more than an ordinary open road to them.
What on earth are these things?
Jiang Lu stared hard at the layers of Crimson Coral around her, her gaze dark with uncertainty.
Ordinary coral was merely part of the seabed scenery—mindless, fragile, and easily broken. Forget trapping a cultivator of her strength; even a common sea creature could destroy it.
But this blood-colored coral was hard enough to withstand spiritual energy attacks. It could form a trapping array and even ignore ocean currents while carrying her through a deep-sea death trap. It was anything but ordinary.
She felt an urge to take it with her—provided, of course, that she could be sure it would not hurt her.
She did not know how much time passed. Apart from the coral, she had seen schools of fish and sea beasts, but no other living creatures appeared. The sea life had vanished without a trace, as though this stretch of ocean had been cut off completely, becoming a forbidden dead zone no one had