"Who said I was leaving?" the old man replied indifferently.
"I'll die with you, so you won't be lonely."
As the old man's words fell, the oar in his hand began spinning at high speed.
The boat carrying the two of them was instantly sliced into four pieces.
The moment the broken boat touched the sea, it swiftly sank beneath the surface.
Xu Zimo and the old man fell in as well, without the slightest surprise.
The instant his clothes touched the water, Xu Zimo felt an immense force bearing down on him.
The water of this Dead Sea seemed as though every single drop weighed ten thousand jin.
And the more one struggled, the faster one sank.
"You really aren't afraid of death," Xu Zimo said with a smile as he looked at the impassive old man in green robes beside him.
"All men must die. As long as one dies where one ought to and dies a death of value, that is enough," the old man in green robes replied calmly.
At that moment, the Dead Sea slowly swallowed them both, but the danger here was far from limited to that.
Ripples of water seemed to rise layer upon layer around them.
Crocodiles resembling prehistoric giant alligators emerged all around them, encircling the two.
These crocodiles were more than ten meters long, their bodies entirely blue-green.
Their tough hides were covered in sharp, backward-pointing spikes.
As one of the crocodiles leaped up in a probing attack,
the old man in green robes let out a pained scream.
Xu Zimo turned his head and saw that one of the old man's arms had been torn clean off.
Blood dyed a stretch of the Dead Sea red.
"How pitiful," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"What are you so pleased