The collective commotion seized the occupants of the fishing vessel, engulfing them in a wave of panic. Even under the unforgiving rays of broad daylight, the intensity of their terror would have been magnified tenfold had the incident occurred in the shroud of night. The sight they had just beheld was undeniably petrifying, an image etched deep within their souls.
This encounter outright subverted their collective understanding, leaving no room for doubt. Their fishing boat surged forward, propelled by the full might of its engines, emitting a deafening roar. As it executed a sharp turn, an arc-shaped frothy wake painted the ocean's canvas, stretching across thousands of meters. The crew, including He Jianshe, still bore the weight of lingering dread.
"By the heavens, I am utterly terrified!" gasped one crew member, his voice fraught with fear.
"It is unfathomable that such gargantuan crocodiles exist in this world," exclaimed another, his disbelief apparent.