The prediction of the Research Institute was highly accurate.
When Chen Jing reached three hundred meters below the sea surface, he was the first to submerge, his body twisted and silently vanished.
Li Jing followed closely. Upon reaching three hundred meters, he felt an invisible pulling force, causing his senses to become blurry.
His vision was foggy.
His hearing was in chaos.
His sense of touch felt unreal.
The feeling was fleeting.
The next second, his hazy vision cleared up remarkably.
An endless silent wilderness came into Li Jing's view.
The earth, which should have been full of life, was entirely grey.
The ground everywhere was filled with a thick smell of decay.
Bones of unknown origin were scattered everywhere, along with remains of trees littered about, hinting that this was once a land teeming with life.
But now.
The land was already dead.
The Deadlands!
Following Chen Jing, Li Jing looked at the ground and felt his scalp tingle.