Trial of the Golden Dragon Sect (2)

'Now, who am I supposed to be communicating with exactly?' Michael looked around with a frown, trying to find the source of this high-pitched sound.

It should be close—much closer than you'd think.

'Really? Is that why I can't see it at all?' he shot back in frustration. It felt like his brain was inside a microwave by now, and it was impossible to cut off the sound either.

His hearing had disappeared, but it still vibrated through his entire brain after all.

But if that was the case, the least he could do was try talking—it was taking a bit too long for him to drown anyway.

"Who are you?" he let out through multiple gurgles, sending the water back out with mana.

It felt like he was throwing up, but at the same time, being suffocated. It wasn't a pleasant feeling.

Michael noticed something off. The moment he had spoken, his voice sent ripples throughout the water—seemingly impossible, considering what depth he was at.