Bam!
Yang Fan, after all, has begun cultivating the Prison Suppressing Netherworld King Body, so his body weight cannot be compared to that of ordinary lake water. The lake water continued to rise, but Yang Fan had already exhausted all his momentum and fell back down.
Yang Fan landed at the bottom of the lake, but at this moment, there were no traces of water on the lakebed, and the enormous pit from before had disappeared, completely buried by collapsed soil.
"Damn... it hurts..." With no one around, Yang Fan finally let go of all his decorum and shouted the word "pain".
"What's going on..." Yang Fan didn't understand what had happened... Using all his strength to try to get up, Yang Fan ultimately failed. He merely raised his right hand, placing it on himself, and touched the black chains bound around his upper body.
"Thinner?"
This was the last conscious thought in Yang Fan's mind before he directly passed out.
