In the ice-cold seawater, Li Huowang kicked his fins, a combat knife clutched in one hand and Yang Na in the other, as he followed Ling'er.
Glancing downward, suspended over this desert-like expanse, Li Huowang had a strange feeling, as if he wasn't swimming in water, but floating in mid-air.
"Could their Fate Commander really be in a place like this? The last projection was a factory. What could the Fate Commander's projection be this time?"
Li Huowang diligently searched his surroundings, looking for anything that could be the Fate Commander's projection.
But this place was truly barren. He could see everything in a single glance. Aside from the occasional sea fish drifting by and the vast stretches of sand on the seafloor, there was nothing else. It didn't seem like anything substantial enough to serve as a Fate Commander's projection existed here.
If it were a Fate Commander's projection, it should at least be able to move and pose a threat to them.
