Meteorites kept falling into the sea. The entire sea began to boil violently like a large pot of boiling water.
Huanhuan could still struggle at first, but later, she was really exhausted. She could only grit her teeth and hug Xing Chen with her last bit of strength as the seawater dragged them into the abyss at the bottom of the sea.
At this moment, a crack suddenly appeared in the night sky.
It was as if someone had torn a small hole in it from the outside.
Then, a fiery figure crawled through the crack and flew toward the sea.
The sea was frighteningly cold. Huanhuan felt as if her limbs were frozen. Xing Chen clung to her like a drowning person hugging the last piece of driftwood. He exerted so much strength that he almost broke Huanhuan's waist.
Huanhuan really wanted to ask him to let go. It was really uncomfortable to have him hug her so tightly.
