This island is a battlefield.The salt-men are relentlessly plundering the island's moisture. They plunge the spikes formed from their arms deep into the Rotted Whale's flesh, siphoning out what little water might remain.It would be great if we could capture one. See if you can find what's controlling these salt-men, Suna's voice echoes in his mind, able to communicate directly and see everything on the island.You focus on the ship's safety! Don't get distracted! If the Rotted Whale fully revives, it might attack the ship!I'm watching!Yang Yi follows behind the Armor of the Lost Sinner, firing his flintlock at any salt-men that look like they might attack him. While the shots can't kill them, the powerful impact disrupts their form long enough for him to pass. All he has to do is avoid stepping on the salt granules. When his path is blocked by a large group, he tosses a few bottles of fresh water to lure them away before proceeding. He's gotten quite accurate with his throws.Soon, they reach the entrance a hundred meters away. Two salt-men standing guard are smashed apart by the Sinner's Armor clearing the path. Then, one armor and one werewolf charge inside like two phantoms.The war between the salt-men and the Rotted Whale rages on. The tunnel periodically blasts out powerful currents of air, and while they can't harm Yang Yi or the armor, the scattered salt particles carried within are still dangerous.Yang Yi, be careful! The air current is still carrying a small amount of salt!It's fine!Yang Yi was prepared. He had intentionally run across the water to drench his wolf fur. It now holds a significant amount of water—highly concentrated saltwater, yes, but still water. The small amount of salt that sticks to him can't possibly dry out his saturated fur. He can just shake it off and douse himself with more fresh water. Unhindered, the wolf and the armor press deeper.Yang Yi, I think you're becoming more and more like a wolf! You're always staring at me, too. You think I don't notice?Suna, are you talking a little too much right now?! Yang Yi snaps, a headache forming. Suna's mind is far more active than she lets on.Alright, I won't disturb you. Just be safe!The voice in his head vanishes. Yang Yi refocuses, dedicating his full attention to the exploration.After advancing five hundred meters, the passage begins to narrow. The dark brown walls gradually transition to a reddish-brown. Yang Yi reverts to his human form; his three-meter werewolf height is too cumbersome in a two-meter-high tunnel. He puts away Severed Iron and takes out a handful of throwing darts. Now isn't the time to use the Flame Serpent's Fang. The Rotted Whale's flesh is tinder-dry; one careless spark could turn the entire creature into a giant fireball.Two hundred meters further, the armor reaches an exit. It's a massive, vertical shaft, constantly spewing a torrent of sea salt upwards. Yang Yi estimates its position; this definitely isn't the central hole. A deluge of salt like that would have severe consequences if it landed on him. The reason this tunnel spews less salt is that only a fraction of the salt from the main chamber is diverted here.The path ahead is too dangerous for a living person. He decides to let the armor scout ahead.The armor stabs Severed Iron (Fake) deep into the reddish-brown flesh of the wall. Using its own weight as an anchor, it slides rapidly downwards, the sword carving a deep trench as a brake. As it descends, the flesh grows healthier, shifting from reddish-brown to a vibrant red, from dry and hard to soft and moist.After a descent of nearly a thousand meters, the Armor of the Lost Sinner finally reaches the bottom of the cavern. The floor is a thick layer of salt, but the walls are now bright red, pulsating flesh. Countless salt-men soldiers are attacking the walls, draining them of moisture with every stab. But then, a powerful gust of air blasts through, and all the salt-men lose their form, disintegrating and being blown upwards. The walls instantly regain their color. New salt-men begin to form from the salt on the floor. It's an endless, unwinnable war.The armor crouches, lowering its center of gravity, and walks forward like a spectator.Incredible… Suna's voice returns.You can still see? Yang Yi is surprised. The gauntlet's maximum connection range is only a kilometer, and they are far beyond that now.Why wouldn't I be able to? Suna asks. Yang Yi realizes he never told her about the range limitation.A kilometer? Why didn't you say so before?This armor is far more dangerous than you think!They bicker for a moment but don't get into a real argument. The outcome is a good one; Yang Yi is somehow acting as a signal relay, allowing Suna to maintain her connection to the armor's vision.The armor continues forward, helping neither the salt-men nor the ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) Rotted Whale. It is, after all, just one suit of armor, capable of having only a minuscule effect on such a massive battlefield. The salt underfoot feels like a desert. Yang Yi has the armor try to dig, but it can't get far before the airflow collapses the hole.What is that! Suna's voice rings out.At the same moment, Yang Yi spots it. After the last gust of air, a small section of a wooden pole, with some relatively intact ropes tied to it, is now visible about two hundred meters away. Before, he might not have recognized it. But now, he is certain.That's a ship's mast. There's a ship buried beneath the salt.Quick, go dig! There has to be a ship down there! Suna is practically buzzing with excitement, as if she were there herself.Don't try to take control from me. I'm the captain! Yang Yi snaps, wrestling back full control and walking calmly toward the location.

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