There was another " Kacha " sound. This time, the stern of the boat was raised nearly half a meter high. The whole boat was tilted very badly. Everyone's heart was about to jump to their throats, thinking that they had been bitten by the sea creatures. About three or four seconds later, the " creak " sound of sliding was heard again. The boat fell into the water with a " bang ", causing a large splash. It slid forward another dozen meters, only ten meters away from the shore.
When the biting sound rang out again, this time the stern was bitten. Perhaps in the previous few bites, the hull had been seriously damaged, but this time it did not slip off.
The stern of the boat was raised higher and higher, and it slid a few meters toward the shore. Something on the deck began to slide down. Song Qing held the handle with one hand, her body pressed against the deck, and her feet were suspended in the air. The island was below.
"On the count of three, let's go down!"
