Meanwhile, Zeng Fei was terrified and anxious. Looking at Zhao Zhizhou’s frenzied state, she felt as though he had completely lost his mind—abnormal, utterly abnormal.
Yet, she had no confidence in her ability to cross over, and she loved Zhao Zhizhou dearly, so she could not afford to die. She still wanted to pull him back from the brink, genuinely believing his original intentions were good and that he had simply been blinded by such heaven-defying treasures.
As for Li Dai, she had followed that faint cry for help, diving down several hundred meters. The deeper she went, the more she felt as though she had entered a subterranean ravine or depression. Otherwise, how could the black ink-like liquid that only reached one's neck in the other areas be so profound here? How could such a deep place even exist? Of course, Li Dai paid little attention to her surroundings. After swimming further down by several hundred meters, she finally found the source of the faint cry for help: a very dilapidated black sword. It was battered and broken, much shorter than an average sword—to call it a sword was more like calling it a dagger! The entire dagger was pitted and covered in rust, yet the familiar aura and voice emanated from it.
Chapter 1008