Beneath the waves, Chen Chuan followed Tarlu, diving deeper and deeper. The light that initially surrounded them faded as they descended, and their surroundings grew dim and blurry.
However, it had little effect on him. The Mutated senses of a Fighter were incredibly keen. Even without light, his Spiritual Power and projected Domain allowed him to clearly perceive any changes in his environment.
Tarlu, swimming ahead, made a hand signal. He instantly understood: the entrance wasn't far.
Yet he couldn't sense anything. Even when he projected his Spiritual Power to its absolute limit, he came up empty.
'It seems this kind of long-term, stable Rift is indeed different from the ones that erupt so suddenly.'
The Rift in Central City had erupted with brilliant light and powerful air currents. Countless creatures poured out, making its presence overwhelming. Here, however, he couldn't detect the slightest trace. 'No wonder it couldn't be found after it was lost.'
