Qin Yu didn’t know whether he would become the fish food that the natives were looking forward to with such anticipation. All he knew was that he was tired. Ever since cultivating the Demon Body, he rarely felt like this. His hands and feet felt as if they had become stone. After being thrown into these waters that were thicker and heavier than mud, every swing of his body required him to go all out. His arms, waist, chest, thighs, ankles…every inch of his flesh and blood had a stringent pain burning through them. He opened his mouth in heavy heaving gasps like a worn out bellow.

And the center of the lake still seemed so far away. Even though he felt as if he were swimming for such a long time, he wasn’t able to approach it at all.

Suddenly, an undercurrent passed through the lake. Qin Yu stuffily coughed and his body was immediately enveloped and dragged down below the surface. His chest felt like a mountain was being pressed down upon it. In the pitch black darkness, the oppression and constrained feeling caused fear to instinctually swell up in one’s soul. Qin Yu forcefully stabilised himself and waved his hands and feet. After several breaths of time, he managed to work his way free from the undercurrent.

The bottom of his feet felt slightly cool as if he had kicked against something. Then, a stabbing pain...