The bent Osmanthus in the palace (3)

The vortex's suction was so strong that even though it was only at the edge, it was not something that human power could compete with. A speedboat would have been sucked in. If it had been any other elfin instead of the mermaid, it would have been gone by now.

What was even more terrifying was that with every step he took towards the center of the whirlpool, the suction force would double.

Even if it was Sihwa, she would not be able to hold on for too long in this situation.

She and Zhang Zian both felt that, maybe it was sweat, maybe it was water, or maybe it was because of the strong pulling force, their palms became more and more slippery, and it was more and more difficult to hold each other's wrists.

Fear distorted her swimming movements, and her physical strength was rapidly consumed. Her fishtail was more than ten times heavier than usual, like a heavy iron anchor that was about to sink her to the bottom of the sea.