"Hmm... Looks like everyone is here..."
Old Han and He Xisong sat opposite them with solemn faces. Cheng Tian, Cao Min, and the others sat on this side of the room. All the candles around the Library Room had now been lit. Cheng Tian looked around and discovered that there really were no lights here.
"We called everyone here because there's something we need to discuss," He Xisong said worriedly.
"We've reached our target waters."
A stir instantly swept through the room, and everyone looked incredibly excited. After such a long voyage, they could finally explore the legendary, mysterious Temple of the Sea.
"Don't get so excited," Old Han said helplessly. "Take a look at our current situation, and you'll understand."
As he spoke, he pressed a button on the table. The bookshelves began moving backward, and the steel plate at the very front of the Library Room began to rise. Outside, the searchlights at the submarine's bow seemed to have been shining all along. They could see far, far into the depths of the sea...
What lay before them was an undersea hell.
That was right-an undersea hell.
Unless an ordinary person saw it with their own eyes, no matter who described the scene before them, they would think some madman was joking.
An immense underwater Waterspout loomed before them, just like a tornado out at sea. It was so vast that its edges were beyond sight, barring their way like walls of bronze and iron. No one who saw those violently churning currents could doubt that anything approaching would be torn to pieces in an instant.
Even more terrifying were the countless moving figures around the Waterspout. At a glance, they were ferocious Gyarados, one after another! Together with the Waterspout, they formed the most impregnable underwater defensive