"How much more?" Yang Chen asked.
"It feels like just a bit more, only a bit more." The soft voices of the fishman tribe women replied.
Yang Chen looked ahead, where the divine power passed, the ocean currents retreated, and following the senses of these fishman tribe women, he arrived at the deepest part of the seabed.
It was pitch black; if it weren't for his Lingxi Divine Pupil, he wouldn't have been able to see anything in front of him.
The deeper he went into the seabed, the more difficult it became for his divine senses to function.
"Are you sure it's here?" Yang Chen asked doubtfully.
There was nothing here, at least he didn't find anything with his Lingxi Divine Pupil, except for some broken seabed rocks and spiritual plants, there was nothing special.
The fishman tribe women were all puzzled: "Young Master, our senses are not wrong, it's definitely here. But, what's going on?"
"Could we have sensed wrong?" Some fishman women felt disappointed.