The sound of explosions on the water's surface continued nonstop, and more and more crab-men were dying. Giants larger than two and three meters were increasingly appearing.
But even after tossing seventeen bombs, leaving only one left, there was still no gap in the crab net underwater. Instead, the energy accumulation made the crab-men closer to the shore appear more formidable and terrifying.
Luokuke stared at the surface of the water for a few seconds without saying a word. Suddenly, he sprinted upstream along the White Water River, his steps hurried and somewhat staggering.
Cheng Ye remained silent, standing by the dock waiting. About five minutes later, Luokuke ran back, clutching a few items in his hand.
He halted, panting heavily, raised his right hand, and gestured with three fingers.
Three thousand?
"Three layers!"
After saying that, he sat heavily on the ground as if all his strength had been drained, unable to keep his back straight.
Three layers?
