After leaving the channel to the Underworld, Zhang Kui carefully put away the marked map and said in a deep voice, "Let's go, to the next location."
With that, he and Fatty Tiger rode the clouds away, leaving behind numerous shattered decks and web-like mucus on the sea surface, a testament to the terrifying events that had occurred...
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The waves surged violently, and from time to time, schools of fish shimmered with spirit light, leaping out of the water like flying swords, traversing hundreds of miles, only to explode into towering water splashes.
High above, a thousand meters in the sky, Zhang Kui rode the tiger across the clouds, his eyes shining with divine light, capable of observing hundreds of miles around.
The Great Ocean Race had agreed to meet a few hundred miles away in the sea, so Zhang Kui wasn't in a hurry, carefully searching for a legendary deep-sea anomaly.
