Gaga, hurry up and come yourself.
When the wine is ready, I'll let you try it too, to see what the wine made from yourselves tastes like."
He had not yet entered the chaotic deep sea, but the Strange lurking within were already fleeing.
Such Evil Devil, they had truly never seen.
Yu Ziqing walked in the deep sea, took a gentle sniff, and the scent of a Strange that had previously been here transformed into the peculiar fresh aroma that he captured.
He tilted his head, turning to look in a direction, black oil dripping constantly from the corner of his mouth.
In the next moment, there was nothing left but a shadow, and within the deep sea, bursts of air waves appeared every few hundred miles, continuously four or five times.
At the end of the straight white streak penetrating the deep sea, Yu Ziqing's flesh was nearly shattered, yet his black oil transformed into tentacles, binding a giant Monster with hundreds of tentacles.
