South Seas seabed...
Yan Gong's gigantic squid head approached Li Yan and Saint Watson.
It looked down at the two tiny specks that were the humans below, its six jet-black eyeballs swirling round and round. Its scattered golden tentacles waved incessantly in the sea water.
"Is it hungry?"
Watson muttered to Li Yan beside him.
After a short while, Yan Gong extended a tentacle to press against the golden crystal wall, flicked it to the right, and the water bubble that imprisoned the two men started to spin.
At first, the bubble spinned slowly and the two only felt a slight tilt to their bodies, but within a few breaths, the scenery outside the bubble swirled like a scene from a Western film.
"Damn it."
Watson sensed something was wrong. His body quickly couldn't withstand the spinning and he had to cling to the seaweed beside him to avoid being flung into the air.
Li Yan, on the other hand, remained motionless, just holding onto the crystal wall with both hands.
