The frigid seawater, filled with dark currents, wrapped around Shen Fei's body.
Though Scylla couldn't create a vortex as immense as the nearby Great Vortex, reaching nearly ten thousand meters.
Once a Sea Nymph, now a Sea Siren, she effortlessly stirred the seawater into vortices while lurking in the Strait of Messina for years.
Hundreds of thousands of pounds of seawater effortlessly drew Shen Fei and five others to Scylla with her stirring.
Scylla's ugly face instantly magnified in Shen Fei's vision.
The next moment.
A stench of endless foul odors rushed toward him; Scylla seemed used to such a ritualistic process.
Just earlier, the sea surface erupted into stormy waves, a tactic she routinely used to scare newcomers.
Seeing figures jump from the ship, Scylla immediately plunged into the sea to collect her food.
Faced with the great mouth lunging to bite him, Shen Fei, who had mastered the speed of Artemis's Golden-Horned Deer, could easily escape.
