In the increasingly oppressive atmosphere, Zhou Bai suppressed the discomfort in his heart and continued to read the contents of the Daoist texts, slowly deciphering the secret and hidden language in his mind.
Next, the sea water at his feet seemed to keep spreading upward, gently brushing over Zhou Bai's calves, knees, up to his waist.
Just as Zhou Bai was getting accustomed to this somewhat terrifying atmosphere, he thought he heard a noise.
Splash, splash...
"Is something swimming?"
Zhou Bai's heart suddenly tightened, "Is there something in the water?"
He quickly shifted his focus back to the Daoist texts, trying to shake off the thought.
But his mind couldn't help but focus on the splashing sound, involuntarily worrying about what it might be.
Zhou Bai continued to read the Daoist texts, forcibly controlling his consciousness to interpret the content.
But the next moment, his body suddenly tensed up; he felt something grab his foot.
"Is it a hand?"
