At this moment, Zhurong's body had completely submerged into the chaotic red sea.
Although Luo Yan knew rationally that there could not possibly be any seawater around the mecha, his senses presented the state of drowning. His chest began to feel tight, he felt unable to breathe, and he felt his skin soaking in the cold seawater.
Luo Yan did not panic. He silently circulated his cultivation technique. The scorching Mystic Qi of the middle Xuanguan stage quickly helped him maintain his temperature, but it could not change his suffocating state.
However, he could now hold his breath for a long time.
Being unable to breathe temporarily was not enough to trouble him.
But the Abyssal Sea Prison's "corrosion" was real. It continuously eroded his strength and body.
If this situation could not be changed, he would eventually drown in this dry cockpit, while Zhurong would be corroded by the seawater until only an iron shell remained.
And at this moment, something even more troublesome appeared.
In this bottomless stretch of sea, the seawater churned as something rose from the depths.
A moment later, a massive round pillar made of coral rose before Zhurong.
Through the panoramic window, Luo Yan clearly saw every detail on the enormous coral pillar. He saw tentacles reaching out from inside those huge columns.
These tentacles were covered in Sea Serpent-like scales, and pale, rotten arms clung to their surfaces.
They looked like the hands of countless drowning victims, attached to the tentacles under the influence of some unknown power.
The tentacle extending from the enormous coral pillar coiled around Zhurong like a Sea Serpent and began crawling upward from the mecha's feet.
As it moved, the scales on its surface and the pale arms clung tightly to Zhurong's armor before being ignited by the