Ling Yan approached the huge purple crystal, reached out and touched it. The crystal was as cold as ice.
He pressed his ear against the amethyst, closed his eyes, held his breath, and listened.
"It's the sound of waves. Outside this crystal is the sound of seawater. It seems that we've been going downhill all along, following the cave, and have reached below sea level, entering the seabed."
Ling Yan frowned.
[Mei.]
[Yes, Boss, your analysis is correct. We are indeed currently on the seabed, but still inside the mountain.]
[In other words, if we break this stone, we won't be able to get out at all. Instead, seawater will flood in, and we'll be directly washed back into the cave. Not only will we drown, but we might also be pushed by the seawater and collide into these stone pillars, breaking our arms and legs, our heads bleeding. It would pretty much be the same as death.]
Ling Yan pursed his lips, complaining inwardly.
