The dark clouds above his head seemed to be very close to him. They were full of pressure and solemnity. Under his feet, the raging sea was surging. One fierce but dark whirlpool after another appeared, dragging him down from afar... Ji Xing looked around in a daze, he didn’t understand why he suddenly found himself in the extreme south of the East China Sea. He had an inexplicable sense of fear. A great disaster was at hand, and it was impossible for him to escape.
Crash!
Accompanied by a loud boom, the waves surged more than a thousand feet and almost swallowed Ji Xing. His gaze was fixed, and he saw that the seabed was collapsing layer by layer, as if it was beginning to completely disintegrate, countless deep-sea objects were turned into corpses without any resistance, and the corpses were immediately turned into ashes.
