Ten hours earlier, Shadow Wings vanished from behind Zhang Heng, while several half-human, half-rain-frog monsters still clung to his body.
Under the pull of gravity, Zhang Heng fell back into the seawater.
His arrival sent the monsters below, who had been waiting eagerly, into a complete frenzy. As though it were the signal for a carnival to begin, every monster surged forward like mad. In less than half a second, not only was Zhang Heng's vision blocked, but monsters covered his arms, chest, back, legs... everywhere.
The monsters behind them had arrived too late and found nowhere to cling to, so they could only lie atop their companions. Zhang Heng was eventually wrapped up layer upon layer like that.
In this situation, even if Zhang Heng took out Betty's Shell, it would be useless, because the two sides were simply too close together.
What surprised Zhang Heng, however, was that the monsters did not attack immediately after pouncing on him. On the contrary, they carefully retracted their teeth and claws, as if afraid of accidentally hurting him.
At the same time, they carried Zhang Heng all the way downward.
Zhang Heng could no longer see his dive computer, but he could feel their depth dropping rapidly.
At the same time, Zhang Heng silently calculated the compressed air remaining in his tank. There were probably only a few bar left, barely enough for another two minutes of breathing.
Even counting the time he could hold his breath, the situation had become extremely grim.
Even with Zhang Heng's usual composure, he had to admit that his chances of turning things around this time were slim.
Another minute and a half passed, and Zhang Heng could clearly feel breathing becoming difficult. Even if those monsters released him now, the remaining air would not