Tang San was stunned by the small tree's mindless words. He was smart enough to quickly regain his senses: Yun Yang's ability to swim wasn't good. In other words, she couldn't go into the water for some reason.
When he thought here, Tang San's mind went into chaos.
This time, he did not care about what was hidden, nor did he care about what Yun Fei had told him before. He threw away the clothes in his hand, took a deep breath and deeply buried himself in it.
The sea was different from fresh water. The salty smell rushed in from his nose, and his eyes were a little sore. When he first entered the water, his vision was very blurry.
When he could see clearly again, he saw that the seaweed in front of him had entered the tentacles of his eyes and was dancing wildly in front of him.
There were indeed a lot of them.
Tang San felt that he was thoroughly overwhelmed by the water flowing from all directions. It formed a strange vortex beneath his body, pulling him downwards like a great suction spell.
Tang San's reaction was fast. He tore off a long segment of seaweed, used it as a rope, and shot it straight towards a large coral tree not far away with his inner force.
The resistance in the water was much greater than on land, but his power was even greater. After a few tries, the seaweed wrapped itself around the branch of the coral tree. Tang San borrowed the force of the impact to struggle free from the tearing of the whirlpool and carefully dived towards the depths of the sea.
As far as the eye could see, they were either saltwater fish in grotesque shapes or horrifying creatures living on the seabed. Where would the clouds be able to find traces of them?
He looked around, breathed deeply from the surface, and dived down again.
Again and again, again and again.
Every time he went down, he would dive even deeper and swim even further. He would also encounter an even more dangerous undercurrent and whirlpool.
But he couldn't find them!
We can't find them!
Tang San was on the verge of despair, and as time passed, the sky had already turned yellow. The seawater that was still warm and comfortable during the day also became bone-chilling cold little by little.
He began to feel fear, fear that flowed through his veins and blood vessels and throughout his entire body like a thread that could flow through the depths of his heart.
Were they carried away by the water?
It wasn't impossible, even for an expert like him, to have used up all of his strength in this one dive after another. Liu Hong Chang was courting death, and the little tree did not seem to have any martial arts on her. It was also impossible for him to have any opportunities to learn martial arts, as for Yun Mu's weak little martial arts, it could not even compare to one of his fingers.
Could it be that something really happened to them? He was dragged into the depths of the ocean by the demonic water?
Tang San once again emerged from sleep. He raised his head, gasping for air as he looked at the distant sea, which had become gray from the dusk.
At this moment, the sea surface was already devoid of the sapphire blue color of the sun.
The sea breeze howled through the gaps in his bones.
Fear gradually turned into despair — this was an intense feeling that Tang Thirty-Six had never experienced before in his twenty years of life.
His whole body was in pain and trembling.
It was almost impossible to breathe.
"Cloud--" With all his remaining strength, he shouted out to the unfathomably deep, ghost-shaped sea the name that made him so terrified and so deep in his heart.
"So you are here." Unexpectedly, just as he stopped shouting, a cold and somewhat lazy voice came from the shore. "We've been looking for you for a long time."
Tang San suddenly turned around and very speechlessly saw a small tree with its hands behind its back.