Yan Jing is recognized as the number one scuba diver on the ship.

But he had never tried to go into the sea during a storm, let alone fight for his life with a ghost-faced fish in this situation.

From the moment he was dragged out of the fishing boat by the tentacles, Yan Jing knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to risk everything!

Cold seawater surged in from all directions.

Yan Jing closed his eyes, embedded the scales he held in his left hand into the flesh and blood of his palm, and hung them forcefully on the back of the ghost-faced fish.

Letting go at this time is equivalent to putting yourself in the turbulent waves.

Regardless of whether he can save himself, Yan Jing's death is only a matter of time in the face of the Ghost Faced Fish that may launch a second attack at any time.

There is only one chance.

Kill the ghost-faced fish and stay alive!

The straight knife was stabbed into the back of the ghost fish, and the wrist was moved back and forth, trying to widen the wound as much as possible so that the blade could not penetrate a few more inches.

Under the severe pain, the Ghost Faced Fish unsurprisingly chose to dive deep, hoping to use the violent current to wash away Yan Jing or simply let him suffocate to death.

This is a life and death race.

Yan Jing must kill the Ghost Face Fish before he drowns, otherwise he will be buried under the sea!

His field of vision fell into darkness, and Yan Jing soon couldn't even see his own palm, and could only continue to stir the blade by instinct.

The blood of the ghost-faced fish mixed with the minced meat spread over Yan Jing's body, and every time he turned the knife, he could cause huge damage to the former.

However, manpower will eventually be exhausted.

The severely damaged ghost-faced fish took advantage of its huge size to dive tens of meters deep in a very short period of time.

This distance is already approaching the limit of human beings. Even if Yan Jing tries his best, he cannot ignore the surrounding water pressure.

His physical strength was rapidly lost, and the movements of Yan Jing's right hand gradually slowed down. The long-term lack of oxygen made his brain gradually become drowsy.

In a trance.

The darkness in front of my eyes faded.

Yan Jing half-opened his eyes and saw the huge sunken ship not far ahead with a broken middle, as well as hundreds of gray-white light groups swimming around the sunken ship. They looked a bit like the resentful spirits that had previously possessed those corpses.

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Feeling that the ghost-faced fish was swimming towards the sunken ship, Yan Jing couldn't help but despair.

This is probably the home of this strange fish!

As Yan Jing's eyes went dark, the offensive at hand temporarily stalled, and the Ghost Faced Fish also got into the sunken ship at this time.

It was so seriously injured that it did not bother to throw Yan Jing away at this time, but instinctively began to heal itself.

At the same time, Yan Jing, who was dying, felt that his spirit had been lifted and his strength had recovered a little.

Returning to the light.

It was at this time that Yan Jing noticed another group of light near where the Ghost Faced Fish was docked.

It was a corpse that was completely different from the drowned Japanese corpses I had seen before.

This corpse did not wear any armor, but was wrapped with several arms-thick iron chains. His flesh and skin had long been eaten away by fish and shrimps, but the nearly two-meter-tall skeleton was still standing.

What's more important is that there seems to be something on the chest of this skeleton, and the light seen earlier came from it...

Give it a try!

Knowing that ordinary means could no longer keep him alive, Yan Jing released his grip on the scales and the handle of the knife, put his feet on the back of the ghost-faced fish to use force, squeezed the last bit of strength brought by the reflected light, and rushed towards the place where the skeleton was.

Location.

The difference between the two was only a few meters, but Yan Jing's movements were also seen by the ghost-faced fish behind him, and it once again controlled its tentacles to wrap around Yan Jing's legs and pull him back.

Looking at the skeleton that was only half a step away in front of him, Yan Jing, who was retreating, finally showed a look of despair on his face.

That's too late......

Kara~

Suddenly, the surface of the skeleton that was originally standing against the wall fell down in the direction of Yan Jing for some reason. A large number of cracks appeared on the surface, and it immediately collapsed.

Through the gray-white light group not far from his side, Yan Jing finally saw the objects inside his body.

It was a bronze beast statue with a tiger head, a fish body, and a dragon tail!

I don't know if it was a coincidence or some other reason, but the impact of the broken bones sent it to Yan Jing.

A surging wave of air exploded inside the sunken ship.

Light golden light flowed in all directions amidst a strange roar.

All of a sudden.

Yan Jing felt like he was entering chaos, and countless bizarre scenes flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

Finally settled in a strange world.

Above the vast and boundless sea, thick layers of dark clouds accumulate.

Countless tornadoes penetrated the sea and sky, and when the thunder roared suddenly, the world seemed to be stripped of color and turned pale.

Only in the center of hundreds of seaspouts, there was a dark golden light rising.

Yan Jing almost instinctively wanted to step forward to see its appearance clearly, but at the same time that the thought arose, his eyes fell into darkness.

A voice like a bell ringing in his ears.

"The mountain where I prayed, the troubled water came out, and the south current flowed into the sea."

"There is a tiger dragon among them, with the body of a fish and the tail of a snake, and its sound is like a mandarin duck."

"The bloodline is left to the world."

“The end of the world has come, when will it be more?”

Open your eyes again.

Everything in front of me seemed to have returned to reality, and the notification sounds in my mind kept ringing.

Yan Jing had no intention of caring about it at the moment.

Not far in front of him was the ghost-faced fish that had forced him into a desperate situation.

But compared to the previous embarrassment, Yan Jing did not feel any physical discomfort at this time...

To be precise, all he felt was incredible power!

The surrounding seawater can no longer hinder him in any way, and even seems to be vaguely defending him.

Yan Jing raised his hand and made a fist, smashing the ship plank beside him with one punch, and grabbed two sharp-edged boards with his left and right hands.

His eyes glowed with light golden light, black lines gathered on his forehead, and scales were looming on his body.

The battle officially begins now!

...

From the moment Yan Jing and the Ghost Faced Fish fell into the sea together.

The seaweed net that was still entangled in the fishing boat showed no signs of growing anymore, and the water ghosts struggling on the deck also lost power, and their bodies began to rot at an extremely fast speed.

"Look, keep looking, until you see someone alive or dead!"

Zheng Sanshan wandered around the deck with a searchlight, shouting in a hoarse voice, and his anxiety was palpable.

The surrounding crew members also held a lantern and searched along the side of the ship while shouting Yan Jing's name. Especially the few people who had been forcibly rescued by Yan Jing earlier were leaning against the side of the ship and looking out.

"If Ah Jing is gone, how will I explain to Xiaolian and his uncle and aunt when I go back..."

Zheng Sanshan sat back on the cargo box, panting heavily and said to the second officer next to him.

Yan Jing's parents died in a shipwreck a few years ago, and they have always been taken care of by his uncle and aunt. He happened to know the latter, so he recruited this eighteen-year-old child on the ship. He didn't expect to recruit an extremely good person for himself.

A capable first mate.

Over the years, Zheng Sanshan has long regarded Yan Jing as his junior.

He couldn't imagine and didn't dare to think about how he would tell his family the news when he returned to Hong Kong without taking Yan Jing back.

"Third uncle, the wind is strong and the waves are high. It has been almost twenty minutes since Brother Yan fell..."

The second officer's eyes were red and he choked in his throat mid-sentence. He opened his mouth but was unable to finish the second half of the sentence.

"Damn it, what the hell are these things? They're the ones who harmed Ah Jing!"

In a fit of rage, Zheng Sanshan grabbed an iron rod and walked to the drowned corpse covered in a net bag. He smashed it violently as if to vent his anger. His body suddenly swayed and his feet staggered.

After working hard all night in the storm and experiencing drastic emotional changes, Zheng Sanshan's body was severely overdrawn.

Seeing that the captain was about to fall, the second mate hurriedly stepped forward, but before he stretched out his hand, someone had already stood behind Zheng Sanshan.

When he saw the appearance of the person coming clearly, the second officer's eyes widened immediately.

"Third uncle, you have to take it easy as you are getting older. I am counting on you to take us to a nice meal when we go back this time."
To be continued...