The spear trailed a streak of blood mist dispersing in the water, and the once violent White-fin Shark immediately lost its strength. If the tail thrashing before was to flaunt its ferocity, then the current convulsions were a violent struggle.
Taking advantage of the Shark's thrashing head, Bi Fang hurried forward and kicked it back into the sea, then watched the other Sharks vigilantly. When he noticed the two Sharks that had surfaced earlier also diving back into the water, his expression grew even grimmer.
The surface of the sea appeared calm, one human, one raft, but the unseen world beneath teemed with danger.
Thousands upon thousands of herring swirled like a whirlwind, making one wonder whether they'd be shredded if they fell in.
He gripped the spear tightly in his hand, his heart rate slowly accelerating, every muscle in his body awakening bit by bit.
