Fang Che tightly closed his mouth, bubbles escaping from his nostrils, leaving him speechless.
It was supposed to be a secret realm, so why did he fall into a body of water? And it was quite deep.
Mr. Fang was strapped with a sword and a blade, each weighing over hundreds of pounds, like lead weights dragging him uncontrollably to the bottom.
Fang Che was mentally counting while continuously trying to circulate his spiritual power.
All the way down, he sank quietly without struggle.
When Fang Che counted to six hundred twenty-three, finally... he felt something under his feet.
Had he reached the bottom?
Fang Che looked down, only to see a bright, massive fish tail, as large as a rich family's front door, slap him hard in the face.
Whoosh!
Fang Che was slapped dozens of meters away by the tail, and using that force, he ascended seventeen or eighteen meters before continuing to sink.
"What the hell..."
