Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

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"Report! We have descended to a depth of 100 meters and discovered a large amount of seaweed, which is growing extremely densely. It is not safe to continue descending."

The submariner's voice came from the speakers on the dashboard.

Miyamoto Shigeo stepped forward, closer to the microphone on the dashboard, and asked, "Could you take a picture and send it to me? How dense is it exactly?"

The display screen showed images transmitted from the submarine:

The shot was taken from an overhead angle, showing dense seaweed tangled together in the water, like a chaotic net, floating and rising and falling in the sea.

Upon seeing the picture, Miyamoto Shigeo's pupils contracted slightly. "This... how could seaweed grow like this? Is this still seaweed?"

"Fire two Type 008 torpedoes and see if you can blast these seaweed apart!"

"Roger! Torpedo launch imminent!"

"Boom!"

The torpedo blasted an irregularly shaped circular hole in the seaweed net. However, the hole was not large enough for the submarine to continue diving. Moreover, the seaweed at the gap in the seaweed net was growing rapidly at a visible speed, and it quickly filled the hole in the seaweed net again.

"Report! The explosion of torpedo 008 was not ideal. In a short while, the seaweed will grow back and become tangled together."

Miyamoto Shio took a step back. "How could this be?"

Everyone was at a loss.

Ye Jingchen stepped forward, staring intently at the seaweed image on the screen. He then turned to Professor Manslondeberg, Chen Motong's mentor, and asked, "Professor, if I remember correctly, your Word of Power seems to be the Dustless Land?"

Upon hearing this, Manslondberg looked at Ye Jingchen's face, his thick mustache swaying slightly. "Do you want me to clear away these seaweeds?"

Ye Jingchen nodded. "Yes."

“Okay,” Manslondberg agreed without hesitation, turned around and walked away. “Let the Japanese branch arrange the diving work!”

Miyamoto Shigeo instructed two members of his clan to take Professor Manslondeberg into a submarine and begin to descend. After reaching a depth of 100 meters and seeing seaweed, Manslondeberg, wearing a diving suit and carrying an oxygen tank, swam out of the submarine.

The glass dome on his head, the black tight-fitting wetsuit, and the flip-flops on his feet made Manslondbergh look like a deep-sea sailfish.

The thin wetsuit, which fits so closely to the skin, allows you to clearly feel the temperature of the seawater.

The icy, bone-chilling seawater is not scary; what is scary is the darkness in the deep sea.

Humans can explore outer space, but we lack the capacity to explore the depths of this planet's oceans.

Manslondberg stared at the tangled seaweed before him, feeling as if it were countless overlapping spider webs, and he himself had a feeling that a mosquito was about to be trapped in a spider web.

Just like when you're on a tall building and look down at the ground, you always have the urge to jump. This is your subconscious telling you that it's not safe to be so high up, so hurry up and get to the ground. Jumping off a tall building and free-falling is naturally much faster than taking the stairs or an elevator to the ground.

Facing your fears directly is often the best way to overcome them.

Manslondbergh also had an instinctive urge to get closer to the "seaweed net," but he overcame it. Looking at the dark green seaweed, he muttered to himself in the glass hood, "Could it be that some kind of dragon's spiritual power has given the seaweed the ability to mutate and release some kind of hallucinogenic neurotoxin in the seawater?"

With this question in mind, Manslondberg began chanting the dragon script. The ancient, obscure language of Sinnoh emanated from his mouth, as if he were speaking with his throat. “The submarine is about seven meters long. These seaweeds have terrifying regenerative abilities. I need to make a hole big enough in this seaweed net.”

"Words of Power, a Dustless Land!"

A colorless spherical dome rapidly expands outward from Manslondberg as its center!

Swimming fish, jellyfish floating in the seawater, seaweed, and even the seawater itself were expelled, forming a vacuum spherical space.

Manslondberg was still chanting the dragon script, the colorless sphere was still expanding, his eyes were bloodshot, his pupils changed from bluish-black to gold, and blood gushed from the corners of his mouth.

This large-scale spread of the power of words was something he had never attempted before.

Inside the ship's command cabin.

Angers looked at the image transmitted from the submarine's camera on the big screen. A sphere with a diameter of about fifty meters had made a large hole with a circular cross-section of the same diameter in the "seaweed net"!

Angers and Manslondberg had known each other for so many years, and had never seen him use the Wordless Land to this extent.

Angers darted to the microphone on the dashboard, his mouth close to the microphone, "Mans, that's enough! That's enough! Stop using Word Power! Overusing Word Power will make you faint in the sea!"

"Angers—cough cough!" Manslondeberg didn't swallow the blood that was about to overflow from his throat. He coughed, and the blood mist sprayed onto the inner wall of the glass helmet, obscuring his vision and turning everything in front of him crimson.

Angers grabbed the microphone, "Mans!"

"I'm fine!" After coughing up blood, Manslondberg felt much better and could breathe more easily. Through the gaps in the blood foam on the inner wall of his glass helmet, he looked at the hole in the seaweed net outside the Dustless Land barrier. "We discussed it on the ship earlier. These seaweed plants recover very quickly. I will do my best to make this hole as big as possible!"

Angers stared intently at the calm, dark sea, then silently released the microphone. "Okay, Mans, I understand. Be careful."

Just as Manslondberg was preparing to continue expanding the area of ​​his dust-free zone, it suddenly seemed as if a silver torrent was gushing out from the large hole in the seaweed net!

Ye Jingchen examined the submarine's camera closely and realized that what he saw was not a silver torrent at all, but countless Ghost-toothed Vipers! They were charging towards Manslondeberg with their mouths wide open, filled with sharp teeth. "Quickly, recall Professor Manslonde! Those are Ghost-toothed Vipers!"

Upon hearing Ye Jingchen's instructions, the Miyamoto family crew members inside the submarine quickly turned the rollers and retrieved the ropes!

Tens of millions of Ghost-toothed Vipers transformed into a silver torrent, crashing towards the colorless spherical dome of the Dustless Land!

With a ripping sound, the metal roller frame for retrieving the rope shattered!

"This is Submarine Number One. We are unable to recover Professor Mans; the rotor has broken!"

With a thud!

Angers kicked the chair next to him away, grabbed the microphone, and roared, "What?! Drag Mans back to me at all costs! Now!"

"Manslondeberg's Word of Power is still quite useful." Ye Jingchen secretly calculated in his heart. He turned around and left. Anything that was valuable to him was worth his effort.

"What are you going to do?" Angers noticed Ye Jingchen's movements and turned to look at him. "Don't be impulsive!"

As Ye Jingchen walked, he took off his tuxedo and handed it to Erii.

He walked past Chen Motong, who had a silver clover earring hanging from her ear.

They passed by the eight families of Sheqi.

He walked past Caesar, who stood coldly behind the crowd with his arms crossed, dressed in a white suit.

I walked towards the diving chamber, grabbed the glass helmet with both hands, and quickly put on my diving equipment.

Ye Jingchen's voice came from inside the glass helmet:

"wait me back!"