The only way to survive seems to be to continue venturing deeper into these unknown ruins.
"Fatty Lin, where are we?" Li Yan asked gravely.
Fatty Lin pointed deeper into the cluster of stone towers, where the fog was thicker: "Still inside! Not too far away."
The group exchanged glances, having no other choice but to cautiously move forward, threading through the gaps between the stone towers toward the depths of the fog.
The ground beneath their feet was no longer a sandy beach but hard black rocks, covered in cracked patterns, with ghostly blue ice crystals forming in the crevices.
The air became increasingly cold and humid, as the smell of rust and dust was gradually infused with a faint and elusive scent... of medicine.
After walking for about half a stick of incense's time, the fog ahead suddenly thinned, revealing a relatively open area.
It was a sizable pond, the pool water ominously dark black, its surface calm yet exuding a bone-chilling evil qi.
