Chapter 122: Underwater Struggle (Makeup Update)

Bi Fang dove deeper and deeper.

The light around him grew scarcer, as if his soul marched towards Hell.

The depth of the pool was like a gap through which all the light drained away.

Nothingness.

Nothing but nothingness.

The audience watched with trepidation. Merely through the camera, they felt an indescribable pressure, and many understood for the first time what claustrophobia was.

They had never heard of a livestream like this, one that demanded psychological fortitude from its viewers.

Outside, sandstorms raged, while the pool was serene and profound. Many first-time viewers of Bi Fang's livestreams were thoroughly convinced at this moment.

It wasn't just the oppressing environment driving one mad, but the thought of unknown creatures lurking in the shadows made everyone's hair stand on end!

Too formidable.

There can't be many in the world who dare to do this, right?

It's like the epitome of courting death!

Yes, courting death.