The waves surged, the middle finger that was diverted slipped straight into a yellow rod.
In that instant, the surrounding seawater evaporated, and the entire space began to collapse. The yellow rod vanished without a sound, as if it had been sucked into a whirlpool.
However, almost simultaneously, a light burst forth from that void-like vortex.
Next, a confused Zhang Ze, still covered in snow, was spat out from the vortex.
Then came an explosion.
The explosion obliterated everything around Zhang Ze, including Fuji, who had been secretly observing from beneath the seaweed and inside the shells.
The image abruptly stopped.
"Don't panic, it's just a few of me that went down, eating a few mushrooms will bring me back."
The small Fuji squeezed Li Yueqi's face in comfort.
"That rod is..." Li Yueqi frowned and asked.
"It's Li, but don't worry, it's not dead, temporarily still alive and kicking."
