The Potato

In between the sky and the sea, was a rage so intense, it was already completely boiling, one that could only belong to the great sea.

The monstrous waves were enough to split a lone island, the vortex was strong enough to swallow a hill, and the silver-colored waves were stretched as far as the eyes could see, all amidst the boiling sky and land! Zhui Zi on the other side pulled Wen Leyang along as they walked faster and faster, and soon enough, she was leaping and flying, akin to an arrow that flew sideways under the protection of her layers of waves. She shuttled past the monstrous waves without hesitation.