Furious winds howled, and lightning roared.
Waves churned relentlessly, like furious beasts surrounding the people who fell into the water.
Near the sunken ship, scattered flashes of fire erupted along with the sound of gunfire, followed by a mixture of combat and cries of alarm.
After several minutes, nature resumed its most primitive state of tranquility.
Fang Cheng bobbed up and down in the waves, maintaining his balance, quietly adjusting his Inner Breath.
His gaze swept across the battlefield stained red with blood, looking toward the faint twinkling lights of ships in the distance.
He then let out a series of extremely low guttural sounds.
The Merfolk swimming nearby heard this and immediately dove back into the dark, boundless ocean.
"Good."
Fang Cheng squeezed his fist, feeling the pain at his knuckles.
The ninth punch finally smashed a hole in the bottom of the ship.
