Underneath the Sea Dragon Pool, it was dim and chaotic. All sorts of giant creatures moved forward sluggishly like snails, crushing the countless bones in the swamp into dust.
Because of the excessive silt, the bigger the vessel, the deeper it sank, and the harder it was to move. Dozens of vessels were frantic, fearing that if they moved too slowly, they'd get rammed from behind by other giant creatures.
The Cunning Cat incessantly urged Yang Zhen, its eyes brightened and stared unblinkingly at the red handle in Yang's hand, rubbing its own together while grunting, "That thing, I want that thing, that's the controls for the weapon, isn't it?"
Yang Zhen glanced at the Cunning Cat, not refusing, he nodded and said, "Alright, you take control of the front claws, just stab accurately for this Sao Saint. If any bastards dare to block our way, we're going straight for them."
