Watching the Desolate Level Martial Artist swiftly falling into the sea, other martial artists aboard the ship felt their scalps tingle and retreated one after another, not daring to stay too close to the ship's railing to avoid suffering the same fate and being shaken into the sea.
The ship's railing was nearly twenty zhang above the sea surface, and below in the sea waited hundreds of fierce, fierce-looking Dragon Scale Whales. It was imaginable what would happen to the Desolate Level Martial Artist who fell into their midst.
That Desolate Level Martial Artist falling into the sea seemed unwilling to become a gourmet meal in the belly of the Dragon Scale Whales, struggling with all his might in his final moments.
