Seventy-two. Disaster

The wooden boat drifted with the waves yet steadily made its way toward a certain direction in the deep sea.

The coastline and the kneeling mermaids slowly faded from sight, becoming a deeper silhouette.

Lu Li did not know what awaited him next.

His hesitation stemmed from their location, ultimately driving him to sea were those two trials: Although they were bizarre and eerie, they seemed more like they were telling Lu Li something, some sort of truth.

The one who had set the trials did not seem to be a perpetrator of evil and terror.

There was just one doubt — how Richard, who was just as mad as him, had passed those trials.

Neither the first trial nor the second seemed like something a psychologically twisted maniac like Richard could pass through smoothly.

Perhaps his trials differed from what he had experienced?

Unfortunately, Lu Li knew too little about the "Ancient God's Body" to analyze more information.