In the subterranean river, murky waves surged toward the cavern ceiling.
Not long after Han Feng's departure, a giant turtle as massive as a mountain slowly emerged from the water.
The ancient stone stele on its back radiated a dim, yellow halo, forcibly suppressing the churning, muddy water around it and creating a bizarrely placid surface.
Profound Prison's turbid yet shrewd eyes stared fixedly at the spot where Hiss had perished.
All that remained was an enormous crater and a nearly imperceptible trace of a Sharpness aura lingering in the air.
"She's dead..."
Profound Prison's voice was a low rumble, like two boulders grinding together.
Its wrinkled eyelids twitched slightly.
From the moment it received Hiss's distress call to its arrival, barely fifteen minutes had passed.
Hiss was a weakling, its direct combat power ranking dead last among those at the Tier Four Late Stage.
