"It looks like it's not going to be easy to pass through here," Han Li remarked.

"The other island is only several thousand feet away, can we really not just jump across?" Shi Chuankong asked.

In response, Daoist Xie merely picked up a rock from the ground, then hurled it at the opposing island.

The rock sped through the air, but as soon as it flew into the air above the black mist, it abruptly stopped cold in its tracks.

Immediately thereafter, it was as if it had suddenly been slapped down by an invisible hand, and it was sent plummeting down into the mist.

Han Li's trio listened intently for a while, but they couldn't hear the sound of the rock landing, and Shi Chuankong looked down as he remarked, "It seems like whatever's down there, it's extremely deep."

"My guess is that there's nothing but boundless space beneath this black mist. If we fall into it, we'll plummet perpetually through space, and there's no...