Waves surged, and the pitch-black environment was eerily silent, sending shivers down one's spine.
Blood coursed through his body as Bi Fang steadied his breath, starting to inch closer to the front, with only a slight movement that once more lowered his recently recovered body temperature, as the crosscurrent continuously washed away his warmth.
Bi Fang's pupils were a dark abyss, only occasionally discerning vague silhouettes, and when he saw the noticeably smaller shadow of the giant creature, he slowly rubbed forward, probing, until after a dozen seconds, he touched the whale, and his clarity of vision was largely restored.
The audience held their breaths, and although Bi Fang couldn't see clearly, they could easily see him approaching the Little Gray Whale and touching its head, thanks to night vision mode. That huge head made one's scalp tingle – simply because it was just too massive.
