The elderly fisherman forced a smile and looked at Gu Mingzhou with a gentle gaze.
However, before Gu Mingzhou could finish his sentence, the wooden boat started shaking violently again.
The dull sound came from the stern again, and the wooden boat shook even more violently than before.
The seawater churned, and huge waves suddenly rose at the stern.
Splash!
A huge, pitch-black figure emerged from the waves.
It was a black shadow that was three to four times larger than the entire wooden boat. It was round on the top, but eight huge tentacles as thick as an adult man were swaying from the bottom. They were nearly a hundred meters long and swayed between the waves. It was impressive.
"Release the holy water. Use the Holy water!" the voice of Fifth Uncle Li, who had left earlier, could be heard. He seemed to be extremely panicked.