Chapter 1875: Traces of Battle

-clothed warriors.The Seventh Elder on the high platform reacted very quickly. With a leap, he flew to the back of the crowd and stood in front of the sixteen black-clad martial artists."This is the W..."Glug glug..."

After being dragged into the river, the hands that gripped Fang Yu's feet remained tightly clasped, continuing to pull him downward with relentless force.

Fang Yu's brows furrowed as he looked down at the blood-stained claws gripping his feet. He suddenly exerted force and broke free!

"Bang!"

Tremendous power ripped the withered blood hand apart in an instant!

Now, Fang Yu's body was back in balance.

Looking around, all I see is bright red liquid.

These liquids are very cold, but their texture is vastly different from water. They are extremely viscous and slippery.

Although it looks very much like blood, it is not blood. It contains an extremely eerie aura.

Simply put… they act like living things!

Even after breaking free from those blood claws, Fang Yu's body continued to plummet downwards.

And the reason it was falling downwards wasn't due to suction coming from the bottom... but because of the inherent flow of these liquids, constantly squeezing Fang Yu down.

From Fang Yu's current position, he can't see the bottom of the river.

"No wonder Hua Yan said this river would devour people..." Fang Yu thought to himself.

As he pondered, Fang Yu raised his palms and faced the endless abyss below him.

"Boom!"

Immediately, two blasts of violent true energy erupted.

The terrifying power spread out.

Fang Yu, with the help of the recoil force, forcefully surged upward.

And at this time, the whole river became like a boiling pot, constantly splashing water.

If the river was like a raging torrent before, now... it's like boiling magma.

At the bank, Huayan looked down at the churning river below, a cold glint in her beautiful eyes.

She has to go down and pull Fang Yu up!

"Bang!"

Just as she was about to take the leap, the crimson river below suddenly surged with a column of water.

A figure flashed out from the midst, landing on the shore.

"Whoosh!"

It is Fang Yu.

"Wow, this river…" Fang Yu looked at the unusually turbulent river, his expression full of surprise.

"Are you okay"

Hua Yan scanned Fang Yu's body up and down, and asked with concern.

"It's fine." Fang Yu replied.

After confirming that Huayu was alright, Huayuan turned her gaze to the river flowing beneath the solitary bridge.

At this time, the river was churning violently.

This is because Fang Yu's palm strike just now.

"Could the entire river be a living creature" Fang Yu's eyes flickered, he thought to himself.

"The plank bridge is broken." Huayan frowned, her brows furrowed.

"By the way, why did it suddenly break Was it because I'm too heavy" Fang Yu wondered.

"No." Huayan shook her head, her gaze falling upon Fang Yu's chest.

Woof...

At this moment, the little white dog Bebe stuck out its little head.

"Why is that" Fang Yu asked in surprise.

"Well, that makes sense... I overlooked the spirit pet on you," Hua Yan said. "The single-plank bridge can only accommodate one person at a time, and with a spirit pet on you... that's why the bridge broke."

Fang Yu looked at the crimson liquid that was still rolling, his brow furrowed slightly.

This river just doesn't seem right.

However, his goal in coming to the Nether Abyss was only that ancient fiend spirit. He didn't care about anything else.

“Keep going inside.” Fang Yu said.

"Hmm."

Hua Yan nodded and turned to walk forward.

Fang Yu ignored the rolling river and followed Hua Yan forward.

After arriving on the other side, the scene before my eyes underwent a dramatic transformation.

Ahead lie two towering black mountains, between which there is only a narrow path.

In terms of width, only two people can walk side by side at most at a time, not one more.

"When you and Lin Mao came in, did you wake the ancient ferocious spirit right here"

Fang Yu looked at the narrow path ahead and asked.

Hua Yan shook her head and said, "It's not here, we need to go deeper. But here... there are indeed risks, we have to be careful."

"No, no, no. Quite the opposite, this time we have to make a big fuss here," Fang Yu said, "until we rouse that ancient ferocious spirit."

Upon hearing this, Hua Yan's expression changed once more.

She turned her head, looking at Fang Yu, wanting to say something.

But in the end, she didn't speak.

No matter what, I will protect you.

Huayan looked at Fangyu, thinking to herself.

"Let me lead the way," Fang Yu said, and was about to walk forward.

But Hua Yan got there first, putting Fang Yu behind her.

"I'll go ahead." Huayan turned her head, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised, and said.

"Well," Fang Yu said helplessly.

Two people walked into the narrow path between two black mountains, one after the other, at an unhurried pace.

Within this space, the light is extremely dim.

Everything was eerily silent, a stillness so profound it sent shivers down my spine.

Between the two mountains, only the sound of their footsteps echoed.

After passing the narrow path, there appeared another patch of wasteland before them.

bad, in the literal sense of the word.

Full of potholes, with standing water in some, riddled with holes.

This place seems to have once been the site of a battle.

And by this time, Huayan had already stopped walking.

"What's so special about this piece of wasteland Are you going to jump over it" Fang Yu asked.

Huayin gently shook her head, a look of confusion clouding her stunning features. Her delicate brows were furrowed in thought.

Fang Yu noticed Hua Yan's expression and looked at the patch of wasteland in front of them. "When you were here last... wasn't it different"

"That's not right, this is just a flat plain." Huayan frowned. "Through here, there's another grassland, and further on, there's a cave. Maomao and I... we woke up the ancient ferocious spirit when we passed through the cave."

"So, after you... has anyone else come here" Fang Yu looked at the uneven ground ahead and frowned.

"Not necessarily."

Hua Yan turned her head to look at Fang Yu, her eyes slightly red. She said in a hoarse voice, "It's also possible that this is the trace left behind by Mao Mao's battle with the ancient fierce spirit..."

Lin Batten and the ancient fierce spirit fought...

Fang Yu once again looked at the ruined land ahead, observing it carefully.

He quickly denied Huayuan's statement.

Because the potholes ahead aren't very big.

If it were truly the mark left behind by Lin Batian's battle with the Primordial Fiend, it wouldn't be so small and insignificant. It would have been much more grandiose.

"It looks more like the marks left by someone about our size fighting each other," Fang Yu said.

Hua Yan obviously also realized the power and size of the ancient ferocious spirit, nodding.

"Looks like there are still some who aren't afraid of death," Fang Yu said.

"They're most likely dead," Huayan said. "A fight here would be hard to pull off without waking the ancient demon beast."

"Enough of that, let's keep moving." Fang Yu said.

Then, the two continued walking forward.

As Fang Yu passed through this patch of wasteland, he meticulously observed every detail on the ground with his own eyes.

But, there weren't too many findings.

Not even a trace of blood was visible.

Soon, the two passed through the wasteland, and before their eyes appeared the meadow Hua Yan had spoken of.

A vast expanse of black-red grass, towering at least two to three meters high.

hf;ery six months" Liu Cheng's face changed slightly, he asked. 。"No, unless their master allows them to leave the Yaochi Holy Land, they won't be able to meet for a long time." 。The female disciple said...