Several Futan Sect followers, dressed in black robes, blended harmoniously with the surrounding terrifying deep-sea divers at that moment.
"How did these guys turn out like this? Are they still human?" Deep wondered to himself.
As he thought this, black, dirty foam suddenly bubbled up in the seawater, and three of the Futan God's Clan appeared before him.
Under the gaze of a group of naked deep-sea divers, both parties stopped simultaneously and began negotiating.
"Human, what is it?" The Clan's voice was hoarse with a piercing quality, even filtered through the seawater.
The voice of the Futan Sect's follower was not much better, always sounding as if his mouth was full of thick phlegm, becoming even more muffled after filtering through the seawater.
"We've run into trouble, and now we need your help."
"What trouble?"
Upon hearing this question, the leading Futan Sect follower's twisted face clearly showed anger.
