Han Feng's will stirred.
The flowing light on the surface of his Escapee Type 2·Shadow Spirit Armor instantly retracted, sealing all energy fluctuations tightly within.
Even the faint blue glow of his faceplate dimmed, allowing him to merge completely with the surrounding darkness.
His form blurred, and without a single splash, he slid silently into the water, like a drop of ink dissolving into the ocean.
The seawater was bone-chilling.
But for Han Feng, protected by his Innate Sword Body and Spirit Armor, the cold was easily ignored.
He activated his Spiritual Vision, and his sight became as clear as day, even in the dim seawater.
The gray Spiritual Threads were unaffected by the water's buoyancy, hanging straight down into the abyss.
They were like countless fishing lines, waiting for a big fish to take the bait.
Following the threads, Han Feng dove down at extreme speed.
Ten meters.
Fifty meters.
One hundred meters.
