Bubbles drifted upward one after another.
The Pufferfish frantically inflated and deflated. Raging currents howled, rocks shattered, and the earth was pressed into one enormous, perfectly round crater after another.
Yet apart from mud and sand, there was only mud and sand; apart from broken stones, there were only broken stones.
It had scraped three feet into the ground, yet not a single shadow of a person was in sight.
"He's gone!"
Spiky Thorns's expression darkened.
It had pursued the human Grandmaster for half a day, yet the man had vanished with a single flicker. There was no trace of him within a radius of over ten miles, not the slightest mark left behind.
Earlier, when the man had leaped beyond its suction range, it had assumed it was merely a short-range movement technique. Looking again now, it was clearly a divine ability! Only a divine ability could produce such an effect! But what had that golden aura been? Gains always came with losses. If he possessed such a means of escape, then his offensive methods had to be inferior to others'.
A mere Grandmaster—not a Great Grandmaster, much less a Celestial Grandmaster—had defeated its elder brother in one strike. How could his strength be so formidable?
Countless thoughts surged into its mind, and the image of its elder brother exploding into sky-full fragments surfaced once more.
Pfft!
Rage attacked its heart.
Spiky Thorns spat out a mouthful of blood.
Splash.
A shadow fell over it.
"How was it?" the Gar Fish asked.
"I did not find him." Spiky Thorns panted violently. After a long while, it settled the knot in its heart. "Thank you, Gar Fish, for lending a fin to help."
"Just honor the agreement."
The agreement!
Another mouthful of stagnant blood lodged in Spiky Thorns's chest.
"Second