Zhou Yi looked around and found himself in an unfamiliar sea region.
The surroundings were pitch dark and tranquil.
Occasionally, there would be flashes of lightning overhead, like thunder hidden in the clouds.
Zhou Yi couldn't determine his exact location, but the thick dust beneath his feet, as well as the murkiness and stuffiness that were unique to the sea floor, were all too familiar to him after many years of navigating the ocean depths.
Relying on the flickering of the Death Light above, he managed to discern the sheer contours of the mountains above, indicating that he must be in a different sea floor canyon.
There was no sign of any life in the vicinity.
Zhou Yi's attention returned to his hand—his right forearm was completely shattered, turned to black ash on the ground, impossible to pick up.
The break was charred black, and touching it, he could still feel the heat, while the upper part of his arm was slightly swollen but still usable.
