The black vortex's suction was stronger than he could have imagined.
The moment Lin Shisan plunged headfirst into that vortex, it felt as though an invisible giant hand had clamped tightly around his ankles.
It dragged him violently into the depths.
Icy seawater rushed into his ears and nostrils.
The roar of water filled his ears, drowning out everything else.
He desperately kept his eyes open, but the water was pitch-black. He could see nothing.
Only that violent spinning force remained, savagely tearing at his body as though it meant to grind him into dust.
Lin Shisan shielded his tight chest with his arms, instinctively curling up like a shrimp to lessen the battering of the spinning current.
His whole body stung, cut painfully by the water.
It felt as though countless tiny knives were scraping and slicing him. Instinct told him he was sinking rapidly.
He had no idea how far he had sunk, or how much time had passed.
The roar of water pressure in his ears grew heavier and heavier, squeezing his eardrums and chest.
His ears rang, and breathing became increasingly difficult.
Just when he thought that force would grind him to pieces, his body suddenly felt light. The terrifying suction vanished.
He fell out of the water and crashed heavily onto a hard stone surface.
His back hit the ground with a thud. He grunted, and his vision went black.
Cold standing water spread beneath him, soaking his back and collar and rousing his muddled Divine Sense.
He lay on the ground, gasping several times before finally recovering his senses.
It was so dark around him that he could barely see. Only a faint shaft of light struggled through from somewhere.
He struggled to sit up and looked around, discovering that he was lying in