"Whoo!"
Little Fist Stone now appeared directly in the water, intending to let out a loud yell, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he swallowed a large gulp of sea water.
"Pfft!"
Spitting out the seawater, it swiftly made its way in a specific direction, its two enormous arms churning like propellers.
Eight hundred meters of water pressure hardly affected it at all.
In fact, its movements underwater were even more agile than on land.
Colin stood in the captain's room, holding a thermos in his hand, while gazing out the window at the situation outside and making a rough judgment:
"The total number of enemies is around two to three hundred. Roughly four of us taking action, two hundred against four, the advantage is ours."
