Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

"About...about three hours ago."

I was at the very bottom of the cabin, in charge of counting the batch of spirits.

The lower deck was pitch black when I suddenly heard someone on the upper deck shouting in a desperate voice that they had hit an iceberg.

The man swallowed hard, a flicker of despair crossing his eyes:

"At first I didn't believe it at all. Although the weather is a bit cold now, it's definitely not cold enough to condense an iceberg."

Then I noticed that the hull began to shake violently, and seawater was seeping in through the gaps in the wooden planks.

Holes began to appear at the bottom, initially just small cracks, but dull thuds kept coming from the bottom of the ship.

Chick and I from the kitchen struggled to climb up, and after talking to each other, we realized that we hadn't hit an iceberg at all; we had hit a devil whale!

Moreover, it was that infamous adult devil whale!

Upon hearing the words "devil whale," everyone on the deck gasped in shock.

The survivor clutched his coat tightly, as if it were his only lifeline, his voice trembling even more violently:

"That devil whale was huge, it was like a moving island."

It usually stays at the bottom of the water, eating small fish and shrimp, and is not interested in boats.

But once it's full, it takes a nap on the seabed, and when it wakes up, it gets playful and starts ramming the ships on the surface of the sea like toys.

The hull was initially damaged when the devil whale rammed it with its head.

After it crashed into something, it seemed bored and wagged its tail and left.

"But……"

Tears of fear streamed down the man's face. "It's gone, but the ship is broken, and the smell of blood has spread."

A group of great white sharks passing by the area were drawn by the scent and began frantically ramming the ship's hull.

The ship began to suffer extensive damage, and seawater poured in rapidly.

The water started to rise from the bottom, and seeing the situation was dire, the captain ordered all the life rafts to be brought out and everyone to escape.

The man clutched his head in anguish, seemingly unwilling to recall what happened next:

"But the scene was too chaotic, everyone had gone mad."

As a first-tier extraordinary being, the captain could have maintained order, but while he was standing on the deck giving orders, he was suddenly shot in the head from the shadows!

Some of the crew members had guns, and some were extraordinary individuals; they all killed each other in their struggle to save the life raft.

Ordinary people like me wouldn't dare go up there. I could only hide below and wait for the shooting to stop before daring to escape.

"By this time, all the life rafts had been looted, and there were still forty or fifty people on board."

Then the cracks in the hull continued to widen, and five or six white sharks, each over six meters long, took turns ramming into it.

We tried to stop the resistance with harpoons and muskets, but we failed.

The ship sank, and many of the people who fell into the water were instantly torn apart and eaten by great white sharks.

After the ship was completely destroyed, I and several other acquaintances desperately searched for buoys.

Because we know that we must not soak it in water, as it would surely die if we did.

But the nearby great white sharks kept attacking people, and the float was smashed to pieces, so we had no choice but to scatter and escape...

After hearing the survivors' account, Sarah's face turned so dark it looked like it could drip water.

She clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white, and shouted sharply:

"That beast! How dare he ram my ship at the ocean-going dock! He's asking for death!"

Xiren didn't care about the devil whale at all. He stepped forward, grabbed the survivor's shoulder, and asked in a slightly trembling voice due to extreme tension:

"Have you seen Finn? That very tall harpooner!"

The man looked up, staring blankly at Xilen: "You mean that big guy from the whaling team, Finn?"

Xilun nodded vigorously, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes.

The survivor recalled for a moment and said:

"When I fell into the water, I saw him pulling a woman along and running in that direction."

He stretched out his frozen fingers and pointed to a misty area on the distant sea. "That's a reef area with several large buoys scattered over there. I can vaguely see some figures on them."

At this point, the man kindly reminded Xilun:

"Don't go yet. The great white sharks haven't finished leaving; they're still swimming in that area."

Breaking away from the main fleet rashly will result in a frenzied attack by sharks.

Those sharks were six or seven meters long, and many of them were low-level alien species with thick skin and flesh.

In the water, where it's their home turf, ordinary people should absolutely not mess with them.

Xilun released his grip, took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his inner anxiety, and said calmly with a blank expression, "You should rest first. Thank you for the news."

He stood up, his gaze sweeping sharply across the distant reef area shrouded in gray fog.

Sarah glanced at him and said in a serious tone:

"You wait on the ship. We'll sail over there and rescue all the surviving crew members as quickly as possible."

As she spoke, Sarah suddenly turned her head, her sharp gaze sweeping across the unfathomable dark blue sea to the right of the ship, and said coldly:

"I have a vague feeling that the devil whale hasn't gone far at all; it's lurking in the waters around here."

Sarah turned to Siren again, her tone leaving no room for argument:

"I need to find a way to kill that devil whale so it can no longer threaten the shipping lanes."

"You wait on the boat first. The big ship will rescue you along the way. It won't make a difference if it takes a few more minutes."

Xilun shook his head, his gaze fixed firmly on the reef, and said in a deep voice:

"I know what I'm doing, Director Sarah. Please give me a life jacket."

Sarah frowned slightly and said calmly:

"I can't help you. Balk is organizing a large-scale rescue and salvage operation, and I have to deal with the devil whale."

Are you really going alone? The crew just said there might be a swarm of great white sharks on the left reef; those are low-level species.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xilun's tone was as firm as steel:

"I have to go. Every minute I wait increases the risk that he will freeze to death or be eaten."

Sarah looked into his stubborn and cold eyes and seemed to see the same stubborn Lund from back then.

She sighed, shook her head, and said, "Okay."

She immediately instructed the crew members on either side: "Give him a complete life jacket."

Xilun took the life jacket and quickly put it on. Without any hesitation, he walked to the side of the ship and jumped in.

"thump!"

The icy seawater instantly swallowed him up, leaving only a small splash.

Immediately afterwards, a figure darted through the waves, swimming rapidly toward the reef that the crew had pointed out where Finn might be.

Sarah withdrew her gaze, no longer focusing on Siron, but staring intently at the eerily calm sea to her right, and gave a stern order:

"Get the heavy harpoons and steel spears ready, and bring out all the ballistae and cannons!"

I have a feeling the devil whale hasn't left yet.

She frowned, pondered for a moment, then turned and went back to her cabin.

When she emerged again, she had taken off her bulky waterproof suit and put on an extremely form-fitting black combat bodysuit, which perfectly outlined her incredibly graceful yet explosive figure.

She ordered a small combat life raft to be lowered, jumped onto it alone, and scanned the unusually calm water below with lightning speed. She then gave a thoughtful, cold laugh:

"I always feel that the devil whale hasn't left."

"Since you dared to come, don't even think about leaving alive today."

If the devil whale were still alive, she would definitely kill that beast with her own hands.

She repeatedly attacked human fleets, causing heavy losses to her people; this blood debt must be repaid with blood.

On the other side, Xilun swam forward in the icy, frigid sea.

The seawater soaked his clothes, and the extremely low temperature felt like countless ice needles pricking his skin.

He secretly activated the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique," and faint black dragon patterns appeared beneath his skin, transforming his internal energy into a scalding torrent to resist the sea's frigidity.

He opened his eyes in the water, letting the salty seawater wash over his eyeballs.

He activated his "Far-Reaching" talent, spreading his auditory perception across the water to scan all nearby movements.

His heart was pounding, and he felt increasingly uneasy, a sense of foreboding hanging over him like a dark cloud.

After swimming for about several hundred meters, the water flow suddenly changed.

Occasionally, a huge white shark would begin to approach. It was an extremely large shark with bloodthirsty eyes, smooth, satin-like black and white skin, and a body length estimated to be over five meters.

Compared to the somewhat frail Xilun in the water, this is an absolutely unshakeable behemoth.

Normally, Xilun might use his agility to outmaneuver and play around with it.

But right now, Xiren was in a terrible mood, his mind filled with nothing but Finn's safety.

Seeing the approaching great white shark, Siron let out a deep, angry roar from the water: "Get lost!"

However, the great white shark, being a low-level alien species, didn't take this insignificant human seriously at all.

In its simple mind, the two-legged monkey thrashing about in the water is nothing more than a delicious snack to be slaughtered.

However, it felt a slight unease, because it instinctively sensed that the two-legged monkey in front of it was emanating a very violent and unusually terrifying aura.

The great white shark shook its massive head, shaking off the unease, and then its enormous body suddenly slammed down on the target.

It opened its gaping maw, filled with interlocking sharp teeth, and with immense water pressure, it was about to bite the man to death.

Facing this deep-sea behemoth, Xilun's expression was terrifyingly calm.

He didn't dodge, but suddenly raised his hands in the water.

"Bang!"

Xilun's hands pressed precisely on the edges of the white shark's upper and lower jaws.

The powerful burst of energy caused the massive, ton-sized white shark to come to a complete stop in the water, unable to move forward even an inch.

The next moment, Xilun's hands surged with qi and blood, and he instantly activated the Dorok Dark Claw Technique to its limit.

A gleaming white bone claw materialized from its fingertips, carrying a terrifying aura of decay and tearing, and embedded itself fiercely into the white shark's skin.

That smooth, tough skin, which even large-caliber revolver bullets could hardly penetrate, was now as fragile as tofu in front of Siren's master-level bone claws, and was easily pierced.

With his arms bulging and muscles bulging, Xilun suddenly clenched his hands together and gripped the shark's flesh tightly. With a dull tearing sound, he ripped off a large chunk of shark meat covered in thick fat right in the water!

The blood instantly stained the surrounding seawater red.

The great white shark felt an unprecedented pain and let out a cry-like scream in the water.

Its massive body writhed wildly, desperately trying to break free from Xilun's control, and kept retreating.

Its simple brain finally realized that the human in front of it was definitely a monster not to be trifled with. Shaking off its bleeding wounds, it fearfully dived into the deep sea and never dared to linger near Xilun again.

After the shark left, Celen didn't stop for a moment, continuing to swing his arms and moving at full speed towards the reef area like a tireless machine.

Between the dark reefs, the seawater forms complex eddies due to the obstruction of the terrain.

Several large white sharks could be seen swimming around the reef, their cold, vertical eyes greedily eyeing a narrow buoy nestled in a crevice between the rocks.

They hesitated for a moment, seemingly wary that the rocks might cut their skin, and did not go forward for the time being.

On that broken floating plank lay a woman with tattered clothes and a face as pale as paper.

She was crawling on the deck with difficulty, her body trembling violently from the extreme cold and fear.

Her hands were tightly clasped together with the man soaking in the water in front of her.

The man, with only his head and shoulders above the water, was Finn.

He was speaking in an extremely weak voice, trying to comfort the woman who was on the verge of collapse.

"Don't be afraid... Larissa."

Finn's voice was broken and his teeth chattered, "Sharks...sharks are too big, they won't come near this strange and complicated reef area..."

We...we're safe.

Larissa bit her bloodless lips hard, tears mingling with the seawater streaming down her face.

She looked at him, her voice trembling with tears, and said, "But...you now..."

Her gaze swept over Finn's hair, which was wet with the cold seawater and covered with a layer of fine ice crystals.

Finn's skin had turned white and his hair was wrinkled; his face was so haggard that he looked like a dead corpse.

She reached out her trembling hand and placed it on Finn's forehead.

It's very hot.

That is an extremely dangerous symptom of hypothermia.

The body's core temperature is rapidly decreasing, and the brain's thermoregulatory center has been completely disrupted.

Finn, however, seemed oblivious to the pain. He even forced a joke, managing an awkward smile:

"Captain... the captain, a first-tier extraordinary being, was actually shot and killed by someone hiding in the shadows."

It's ironic... Otherwise, if we had been more organized, perhaps... perhaps we could have withstood the great white shark's attack.

Fenn gave a wry smile, his eyes beginning to glaze over:

"Once we're rescued... I'm definitely going to file a complaint against the ocean terminal."

He was submerged in the icy water, with only his head above water, but his eyes were incredibly gentle as he looked at the woman in front of him.

Larissa shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam.

"Stop talking! Please, save your energy."

We will be rescued, we will definitely be rescued!

She scanned the nearby sea in despair, but apart from the undulating waves and the occasional shark fin peeking out, there were no other spare buoys.

The narrow floating platform beneath them was already teetering on the brink of collapse and could not support the weight of two people at all.

If Finn climbs up, the float will sink immediately.