Chapter 330. Encounter with Abyss Hunters
Some small snakes slithered across the surface of a vast, dark lake. The lake itself stretched endlessly, as large as a sea, its black waters hiding countless unknown monsters beneath the surface. Occasional ripples hinted at predatory creatures shifting below—some sharp-finned, others long and serpentine. The air above was misty, filled with the faint scent of minerals, rot, and wet decay.
Yet, amidst that eerie stillness, a strange procession was underway.
In the heart of the lake, a series of wooden planks, fastened together in a long formation, floated like a funeral raft. Upon them rested a massive, snake-like creature—its body easily spanning over a hundred meters, its scales shimmering with an ethereal blue light that glowed even in the oppressive darkness. Despite its majestic appearance, the beast was long dead. One of its enormous golden eyes was pierced through by a massive black spear, the wound still emanating faint traces of abyssal energy.
Around the corpse, dozens of slaves labored silently. Each of them had a strange lamp hanging from their necks, but instead of candles, glowing luminous butterflies flapped their wings within the glass casings, radiating soft light. The butterflies pulsed gently, making sure the Abyss Energy won’t corrode them.
As the floating platform slowly moved across the lake, many of the native monsters fled in fear. Even dead, the aura of the serpent dragon instilled instinctual dread in lesser creatures.
Far away from the center of the lake stood a small island—roughly a hundred and fifty meters in diameter. It was barren, desolate, nothing but cracked stone and dust. At its center stood a large, weathered rock, shattered in many places, bearing signs of having been struck repeatedly by immense force. This was no ordinary island—it was a scar on the land, a remnant of some ancient battle or unknown ritual.
Above the island, a spatial crack shimmered into existence—unstable, jagged, rippling like torn fabric. One by one, figures fell through, descending from the rift like shooting stars.
Tyler and his group had arrived.
As they landed, the ground trembled beneath them, another crater forming on top of the many that already marred the island. The sound of impact echoed across the lake, briefly disturbing the surrounding silence.
"Scan the moons," Tyler commanded without hesitation.
One of the Grandmasters nodded, soaring into the sky. His Divine Sense spread far and wide, piercing the heavy fog above. A few moments later, he returned, his expression serious.