"Thud!"
"Splash!"
Zhao Changhe emerged from the water, holding the unconscious Yue Hongling in his arms.
Falling into this "Vortex," below was actually water—and it was boundless, a vast expanse of it, with no shore in sight for the time being.
Zhao Changhe was at a loss for words, not even sure if he had enough strength to swim out while holding someone. Which direction was the shore?
Having escaped death at the hands of the powerful and the army, it would be ironic to die from drowning in the sea. Would it be enough to make Chi Li and the others die laughing, or consider it all ending together?
He looked up at the sky but couldn't see it.
Darkness surrounded him; around him were probably spatial barriers—this was an independent Otherworldly Space, possibly a sea or a large lake from Ancient Times, cut off and isolated here.
