When disaster struck, I became a big shot surviving in the ocean.

They had left nothing for them, not even the framework of the Titanium Crystal Flying Ants was left intact.

The original Hunter Alliance team of over a dozen people was now down to just nine.

Aside from Chen Qing, the only survivor left was Annie.

The cold night wind blew across their faces, painfully sharp.

The Titanium Crystal Flying Ants methodically transported materials, they were indeed experts at dismantling.

They could clearly discern which materials were suitable for violent dismantling and which were suitable for gentle dismantling.

"..."

The remaining survivor, Annie, felt as if someone was poking him, and when he looked down, he found a cute sailor rabbit holding a large hammer.

"What’s wrong, little bunny?"

Annie couldn’t help but speak softly.

"It says you’re stepping on its trophy."