In the icy seawater, Li Huowang paddled with his flippers, gripping a military knife in one hand and holding Yang Na's hand in the other as he followed behind Ling.
Glancing below, at the desert suspended beneath this stretch of sea, Li Huowang felt something inexplicable—as though he was not swimming through water, but floating in midair.
"Would their Siming really be in a place like this? Last time, that Siming's projection was a factory. What would this Siming's projection be this time?"
Li Huowang searched the surroundings intently, looking for anything that could possibly be a Siming's projection.
But this place was truly barren. One glance took in everything. Other than the occasional drifting sea fish and vast stretches of sand on the seabed, there was nothing else. No matter how he looked at it, there did not seem to be anything substantial enough to serve as a Siming's projection.
If it was a Siming projection, it should at least be able to move—and pose a threat to them.
Just like that illegal drug-manufacturing operation last time. If Li Huowang's judgment had been correct, those drug lords should have been that Siming's limbs.
Just then, Li Huowang felt someone tug on his arm. He turned and found that it was Yang Na.
With an oxygen mask over her face, Yang Na could not speak. She could only point toward the water's surface above them.
After examining it carefully, Li Huowang discovered ripples spreading across the inverted sea surface. "It's raining outside."
"Attention! Everyone, return to the ship immediately! A typhoon is blowing this way! I repeat, return at once!" Zhao Shuangdian's anxious voice sounded in their ears.
Hearing that, everyone immediately abandoned what they were doing, turned around, and swam toward the surface.
The weather at sea changed in