The midday sun was even more intense, but it couldn't penetrate the pervasive sandy water dust.
Broken stalagmites were inserted upside down into the mud, and the aquatic plants rooted in the crevices of the rocks had no choice but to leave their growing places and drift away with the gentle waves.
The entire seafloor had turned into chaos due to the grand battle waged by Liang Qu and his companions, resembling the aftermath of an undersea earthquake.
"Ugh!"
Liang Qu surfaced, gasping for air; he tilted his head back, his tongue so dry it felt like it was about to split, his chest heaving violently.
Strings of water droplets fell from the wet ends of Liang Qu's hair, mingling with the cold sweat, trickling to his chin and splashing into the water.
The tide cradled Liang Qu up and down, with dazzling glints of light all around.