On the surface of the sea, a shadow was floating, rolling continuously with the waves.
Below, behind him, many sharks were eyeing him covetously. However, for some reason, these sharks dared not come and bite even though the floating shadow remained motionless.
This floating figure was Ye Qiu, who had been struck by the Saint's palm, blasted straight from China into the ocean. The strength of such an attack was truly astonishing.
Floating and sinking, Ye Qiu lay motionless, his consciousness never awakening, the damage from the Saint's palm was too great.
Even in a blackened state, he couldn't withstand the Saint's attack.
Mysterious black markings wandered over Ye Qiu's body, healing his wounds.
