Swirl. Swirl. Swirl.
Inside the water vortex, Castra felt his chest tightening, making it difficult to breathe.
Cold water seeped into the bone, slowly freezing his body.
Even worse, the vortex was slowly scratching his skin and flesh, digging deep bit by bit, just like a huge grinding machine.
Soon, golden blood flowed out of the wounds and the bottomless lake absorbed them all cleanly.
Any living beings would have to kneel in front of such a gruesome whirlpool with only dead ends, but there was one thing the toilet spirit and the two cult members forgot.
Water was vulnerable in front of one element—
Ice.
And someone here was the pinnacle of the ice element, the queen of the snowfield, an SSS-rank ice element spirit.
Lady Fera still didn't use her skill but the moment her body entered the water, a cold mist seeped out of her body and the water around instantly froze, turning into fine chunks of ice.
