A scorching heat radiated from the depths of the Abyssal Trench. Herzog could clearly feel the surrounding seawater climbing in temperature at an incredible speed. A stream of bubbles surged from the pitch-black trench, just like a pot of boiling water.
The ability to foresee danger bestowed by the White King bloodline once again sounded alarms in Herzog's mind. Something dangerous was approaching, but bizarrely, the warning signals were coming from both above and below Herzog simultaneously, leaving it momentarily unable to judge which side to guard against.
"Damn it, how could this happen at a time like this!" Herzog cursed in a low voice, its face turning ashen.
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