Huang Yuchen, Mang Tianci, and Nangong Yao glanced around, then looked at the black vortex and the black pillar of light connecting the sky and the sea, frowning.
"Everyone, what's going on here?"
Huang Yuchen asked.
"We still haven't figured out what's going on here."
"Some speculate that this is an ancient relic, but to me, this is clearly a place of danger."
"It's just too perilous here, hundreds have already died, and there are no remains."
Those present eagerly explained to Huang Yuchen and the others what had just occurred.
Hearing everyone's words.
Huang Yuchen, Mang Tianci, and Nangong Yao exchanged glances, shock filling their eyes.
"Even a Daluo Golden Immortal died here?"
Nangong Yao asked.
Someone replied, "Yes, we just saw it with our own eyes!"
An old man covered in scars, with one arm gone, said, "I almost died here just now, barely escaping the black vortex nine times out of ten!
This arm of mine was lost here!"
