Shen Luo looked at the astonished Yan Wushi and formed a hand seal, about to reveal himself and warn him about the restriction here and the fierce beasts in the water. Suddenly, his gaze flickered, and he looked behind him again.
Yan Wushi seemed to sense something as well and likewise looked back.
Several streaks of light had appeared on the distant horizon, hurtling toward them with a roar. Each carried a formidable presence; clearly, none of the newcomers had a low cultivation level.
Shen Luo's gaze shifted. He stopped casting and darted into a nearby stone forest to hide.
With his magic power sealed and so many cultivators descending upon him, Yan Wushi was clearly somewhat alarmed. But he was quick-witted, too, and immediately guessed that the suppression of his magic power had something to do with the black water ahead. He hurriedly flew backward.
He soon withdrew beyond the range of the black water restriction, and his magic power returned to normal. By then, however, the streaks of light had drawn near. It was too late to conceal himself with a spell, so he simply stood there to see who had come.
The streaks of light in midair stopped almost simultaneously, several yards before the black water restriction.
Hidden nearby, Shen Luo could not help narrowing his eyes. The spot where they had stopped was too much of a coincidence. Could they already know about the black water restriction?
The light faded, revealing five figures: Yuan Ming of the Yellow Sand Sect, the old man surnamed Zhong of the Divine Tortoise Sect, the burly Lin of the Thick Earth Sect, the young woman in green from the Beast Taming Sect, and Mo Xin.
Shen Luo frowned at the sight of them.
He was not particularly concerned about those