"Hahaha, let's see if your lousy lake can stop me this time!" A few minutes later, Fang Jueyu was once again inside the ruins of the level-three magic civilization.
"Blowing Fire Palm!"
"Splash!" Rolling yellow sand poured into the lake, and the water level began to rise at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Gradually, it overflowed the riverbed, flowing out in all directions. It's likely that the person who set the magic would never have dreamed that someone could use such a "physical" method to break the prohibition.
Soon, the lake was filled with yellow sand. Fang Jueyu strolled across the sand-constructed platform, walking steadily towards the castle.
Just as Xiao Yi had said, a certain kind of magic was evidently cast in the sky here. He could feel the air becoming extremely dense, almost like a liquid.
