"Is this water... alive?" Ma Tuan's voice was very low.
No one answered, because at that moment, the blood beneath their feet suddenly moved.
"Don't move!" Blore raised his hand suddenly, signaling everyone to stop.
But it's too late.
“Gurgle——”
A string of bubbles floated in the blood water, and then a pale and powerful hand suddenly stretched out from under the water and grabbed the ankle of Bai Di, who was walking at the end.
“Huh!”
Bai Di kicked his legs hard and broke free, but the hand did not sink back. Instead, it slowly turned over with the palm facing up - there was an eye in the palm.
"Run too!" Blore shouted softly, and the four of them immediately accelerated and rushed forward stepping on the blood.
Above, those soft tentacles were still swaying wildly, like some giant creature breathing. The golden heart that had once been visible was now completely obscured by the blood mist, leaving only a faint halo.
The white fog grew thicker and thicker, almost solid, as if some living thing was trying to envelop them.
"There seems to be a platform ahead!" Ma Tuan suddenly shouted.
The four of them stumbled forward, blood surging behind them, like countless mouths roaring silently.
"What the hell is going on in this place..." Nan Song gasped and looked down at his boots - the soles had been corroded with several small holes.
"We have to get out of here," Blore gritted his teeth. "This water... isn't right."
Bai Di tried to make himself sit as comfortably as possible on the cold stone platform, with his knees against his chest.
This small space was more like a piece of broken bones floating in a sea of blood than a platform - just like the situation of the four of them at the moment.
Three identical figures swayed slightly not far away, like small boats in the wind.
The lines under his fingertips suddenly pricked his memory.
Those crisscrossing gullies, rough yet with a strange rhythm, reminded him of the cracked lines on the skin of the giant in the stone castle.
At that time, the setting sun dyed the lines golden red, like flowing magma.
And now, it seemed that real magma was surging around.
Countless fragments floated in the sticky blood-colored liquid, some of which still retained the edges and corners of the castle, while more had transformed into indescribable tumor-like objects.
The dull sound they made when they collided with each other was like the collapse of a giant before its death.
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