Feng Bei crouched there. Beneath her, the abyss was pitch-black and lightless, like a mire, yet also like a mirror surface, reflecting Feng Bei's helpless shadow.
The floodwaters continued to pour down, cascading from all four sides like waterfalls.
The Baili squirmed madly in the water, their human faces letting out hungry wails.
But whenever a school of the Baili fell into the pitch-black abyss, it was as if they had fallen into another dimension. They would create only a few ripples before vanishing bizarrely.
The space beneath Feng Bei's feet was like a bottomless black hole, swallowing everything.
Stalks of red flowers emerged from the darkness, joining together and twisting strangely as they wound their way up Feng Bei's legs.
The area around Feng Bei and the flooded Baili Village seemed to have become two separate worlds.
Even the torrential rain stopped abruptly in mid-air, hanging suspended as inky-black droplets.
