"Hualala!"
The five tentacles stirred up the turbulent undercurrent and the dense bubbles, entangling desolate.
Desolate was like a nimble and flirtatious fish, swimming, lying on its side, and twisting its thick waist to easily avoid the tentacles.
Throughout the entire process, it did not wake up. It was as if the water was controlling the behemoth, making all kinds of difficult dodging movements.
&Nbsp; boom boom boom ... The seabed shook violently, and the thing in the abyss seemed to be angry. Evil and terrifying tentacles popped out from the dark sea abyss, like tentacles in full bloom, bringing up a large amount of dust-like sludge.
It bared its fangs and brandished its claws, as if it was sweeping away all the living creatures that passed through the abyss.
