The icy seawater soaking, the surrounding currents sweeping, as if terrifying hands are pulling at your body, trying to drag you into the abyss, or perhaps even before falling into the abyss, your body has already been torn to shreds by this dreadful turbulence.
Yang Jian, falling into the sea, felt an indescribable helplessness.
Because he felt that he wasn't just falling into the sea, but rather into an incomprehensible supernatural realm, a feeling somewhat akin to the first time entering Ghost Lake.
His own supernatural power was greatly affected, the ghost eye had just opened one moment, then in the next instant, the cold seawater rushed over, causing the ghost eye to quickly close again. Even more outrageous was the feeling of his Ghost Shadow being washed away by the currents, seemingly detaching from his body and drifting away, a sensation growing stronger by the moment.
