The capsized ship was filled with sea salt.But as the salt clumped together into Saltfolk and scurried out, the amount left inside rapidly dwindled.No need to dig—after waiting a few minutes, the armor could enter the ship with ease. The interior was spacious, with many empty barrels scattered on the floor. No telling what they once held.Suna controlled the armor room by room, searching. She found some aged jerky, aged dehydrated vegetables, and aged human jerky—all as brittle as dead leaves.These dead people must have had different roles: some wore cloth garments so faded their original color was impossible to tell; others wore rusted armor with weapons in hand. Their bodies bore unnatural wounds: some were beheaded, some cleaved at the waist, some had severed arms.So there had definitely been fighting on the ship.Cannons lined both sides, though all were heavily rusted and clearly beyond working condition. There was also a hole over two meters wide in the ship’s bottom—likely where the water had entered.Suna crouched the armor down and found, in the shallow salt layer on the deck, a dried strip of flesh. It clung tightly to the hull, even invading the wood.Though only as thick as a baby’s arm in its dehydrated state, it would’ve been several times thicker when fully hydrated.“Something came in through the hole.” Suna continued searching and found a special room containing a shattered crystal container.If intact, it would’ve been half a meter tall, with gold decorations along its four edges.Hooks on the walls held crystal fragments in place.It must once have been some kind of artifact—now destroyed. She also found several severely dehydrated human corpses here. Combined with the broken-down door, she could make a judgment:A rebellion had broken out on this ship.Then seawater had flooded in through the hull breach, bringing with it some dangerous foreign entity. In the end, the survivors all hid in this room, only to be turned into dry husks under the influence of the Salt Wedge…This was Suna’s conclusion.Suddenly, the armor’s vision vanished completely. *** Yang Yi had started moving—he’d prepared and was now heading toward the ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ lowest level of the cavern.Once he moved too far, Suna could no longer share the armor’s vision, much less control it.“I’ve lost the signal with the armor!” Suna messaged privately.“Mm, I’m almost down there too.”“Remember to bring everything from inside the armor back—especially the books.”“Got it!”“And also, if you die, send me your coordinates. I’ll fish you out and make you into a specimen.”“You won’t get the chance!” Yang Yi closed the chat, leapt, and crashed into the ground like a falling star.This was actually inside the Rotting whale.A strong wind blew toward him, carrying traces of sea salt, but it barely affected his dripping-wet werewolf form. After all, he stood three meters tall, and held a massive Severed Iron greatsword—no airflow could blow something like that around.A great deal of sea salt was scattered by the wind.When it calmed, there were barely any Saltfolk around him. As long as he didn’t get too close to them, the Saltfolk simply attacked the nearest flesh walls, like miners hacking away in a mine.Even if he got unlucky and one noticed him, Yang Yi only needed to shatter it with his Severed iron or flintlock and walk away.By the time they reformed their bodies, he’d already be long gone. They didn’t pursue specific targets.As long as their numbers weren’t too high and there was enough space to maneuver, Yang Yi could weave through the Rotting whale’s interior with ease.Soon, he reached the capsized ship and slipped inside through the large hole in its hull, regrouping with the armor. There was little sea salt left inside, making it a temporary safe zone.Yang Yi checked his status—everything looked good. Health and stamina were both above 90.His weight, however, had dropped a bit; on the way here he’d inevitably accumulated sea salt, which cost him some bodily moisture. His wolf fur was almost dry, crusted with salt crystals.Yang Yi brushed off the salt, drank a large amount of fresh water, soaked himself again, and looked deeper into the cavern.He lifted his blindfold and switched to his Third Eye—its wide field of view made everything crystal clear. Three hundred meters ahead, there were five branching tunnels, and one of them had a noticeably higher number of Saltfolk!Yang Yi ordered the armor to move forward and followed closely behind.At first, he could still charge through—the Saltfolk’s attention was mostly on the flesh walls. But deeper in, their density increased dramatically. He could no longer afford to waste his limited fresh water by throwing it now.And each gust of wind now carried massive amounts of sea salt.Yang Yi needed to conserve at least some fresh water to avoid dehydrating to death. He took out his crystal greatshield to block the salt carried by the winds.“At this rate, it won’t work,” Yang Yi concluded.The path ahead was completely coated in salt. Even if the airflow cleared it, the salt would instantly reappear at an absurd speed. If he stepped onto it with bare flesh, he’d be drained dry in an instant.And the Saltfolk were too numerous—the flesh walls on both sides were beginning to shrivel.Yang Yi had to rethink. Taking advantage of the brief moments when the air blew the Saltfolk apart, he climbed up the ceiling of the tunnel. Fresh flesh covered the ceiling; his wolf claws pierced it, causing white fluid to seep out.The salt and Saltfolk stayed on the ground or walls—they posed almost no threat to Yang Yi up here.As long as he maintained his grip with his claws, he could continue forward upside-down.  He only had to be wary of the gusts—falling now would be disastrous.The armor ran along the salt-covered ground.Yang Yi, inverted, clung to the ceiling and pushed deeper. His speed slowed.The wind was growing stronger.Hundreds of meters later, all the surrounding flesh—fresh or withered—was slowly writhing, contracting and expanding. Finally, Yang Yi saw the exit up ahead.A pulsating opening that kept opening and sealing shut. He could faintly sense the Rotting whale’s body swelling like a lung filling with air.Then the flesh like structure opened, and a massive surge of sea salt and turbulent air flooded in. So ahead was likely a kind of air chamber—the Rotting whale’s core likely inside.But breaking through this last hundred meters was incredibly difficult.He would have to push directly against the wind to get through—which was too extreme. The opening stayed open only for a few seconds, and always with a violent airflow.And the wind was full of sea salt. Without using the crystal shield, he’d never be safe.After a moment’s hesitation, Yang Yi drew his Roaring Flintlock. One shouldn’t be so limited in one’s thinking.If there’s no opening—Why not make one?He waited for the moment the pulsating opening clamped shut.Yang Yi aimed, and pulled the trigger using Roar Mode!

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