Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

She suddenly seemed to grasp at a straw and said urgently:

"I've got it! We'll take turns using the floats!"

"Come up now, I'm going down for a soak!"

Upon hearing this, Fein's previously unfocused gaze suddenly sharpened, and he shouted sharply, as if drawing strength from nowhere:

"Shut up! Don't say another word! This will only kill either of us!"

After his angry shout, he looked at Larissa's terrified expression, and his eyes instantly softened.

He gently stroked Larissa's hand with his rough thumb and whispered:

"Don't think like that. I'm tough... I used to train by carrying heavy bags at the docks, I won't die in two more hours."

I just... I just feel a little hot.

Even though Finn was soaking in water that was close to freezing, he felt like his body was burning inside due to the hallucinations of hypothermia.

He weakly comforted Larissa: "I love you, Larissa."

You will survive, you must survive.

Larissa, her eyes brimming with tears, shook her head frantically, saying:

No, we will all survive.

Soon... soon Lord Balk will discover that the fleet has lost contact and will organize a large fleet to rescue it.

Hang in there a little longer!

Finn was panting heavily, and each breath he exhaled turned into thick white mist in the cold air.

He felt his fingers were completely frozen and numb.

But he still forced a smile and said haltingly:

"After you are rescued... buy a boat ticket to White Crow Wharf."

Go find someone named... named Xilun.

He's my brother... I heard he's doing really well now, and he even told me he'd take me over and give me an easier job.

Finn's eyes gradually lost focus, and his voice grew weaker and weaker:

"Unfortunately... I won't get that chance. Please tell him I'm sorry for me..."

Looking at the girl's face, which was covered in seawater and tears, his thoughts seemed to drift back to the day he first arrived at this whaling fleet.

The first time he saw her, she was rolling up her sleeves and scaling a fish that had just been caught on the deck.

The sunlight shone down, making the fish scales glitter and shine in her eyes.

At that moment, her golden hair, tousled by the sea breeze, looked absolutely stunning.

Finn's voice was so faint it was almost drowned out by the sound of the waves:

"I never miss my life in the slums. I always feel like my life is a tragedy without end."

But... I don't regret signing that contract and coming to the ocean pier, because... because I met you.

These are the most precious months of my life.

He felt that his life had come to an end, and his soul seemed to be leaving this cold, heavy body.

Suddenly, as if in a final burst of energy, he opened his eyes wide, stared intently at Larissa, and said with his last ounce of strength:

"Larissa, promise me... you'll survive!"

Larissa cried out, "I promise you! I promise you! Don't sleep!"

She gripped Finn's hand tightly, her nails digging into his flesh.

But the next moment, Finn's tightly clenched hand suddenly lost all its strength and helplessly loosened.

His tall body, like a lead weight that had lost its buoyancy, slowly tilted backward and completely disappeared into the dark, cold water.

"No--!!!"

Larissa let out a heart-wrenching sob. She felt the air around her growing colder, and she curled up on the swaying driftwood, her throat feeling blocked, unable to utter a single word.

A few seconds later, she watched helplessly as Finn's body, buoyed by the seawater, slowly rose from the surface again and drifted away from the protective circle of the reef.

A huge white shark that had been lurking on the periphery instantly locked onto its target.

It swung its tail fin violently, opened its blood-red maw filled with sharp teeth, and bit down on half of Finn's body, beginning to tear and drag it frantically.

The sea surface was instantly stained red with blood.

Just as Larissa was about to faint, she heard the splashing sound of the water breaking open.

She saw a young man in a life jacket suddenly emerge from the water like a sea god.

He wiped the seawater from his face, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings like lightning. When he saw Larissa on the floating platform, he asked urgently:

"Hello! Have you seen a tall man named Finn?"

The woman opened her lifeless eyes and looked at the unfamiliar man before her, murmuring weakly:

"Fan... he is my love."

Xilun was taken aback upon hearing this and looked down at the woman.

She curled up weakly, her body ice-cold, her eyes filled with heartbreaking despair.

A chilling premonition washed over Xiren, and he cried out, "Where is Finn?!"

The woman pursed her lips, which were so cold they seemed to be covered in ice crystals.

She raised her hand with trembling hands and pointed to the sea not far away that was stained red with blood.

Xilun suddenly turned his head to look.

A mutilated corpse was bobbing up and down with the waves.

The familiar tattered coat had been torn to shreds, and a massive white shark was biting the lower half of the corpse, preparing to swallow it whole.

Xilun's pupils instantly contracted to their maximum size.

He felt an indescribable, excruciating pain explode from the depths of his heart.

This pain did not harm his body, but it made his soul feel extremely oppressed and suffocated, as if the whole world was being torn apart at that moment.

He struggled in the mud from a young age, and was used to betrayal and indifference. He rarely cared about anyone.

If he could, he really wished to be friends with Finn for life, drinking cheap beer in the sun and bragging about the future.

But from that moment on, he knew clearly that the person had left him forever.

Xiren did not shed tears; instead, a ferocious roar, inhuman and seemingly emanating from the depths of his soul, escaped his throat.

The next moment, Xiren plunged into the water like a raging Tyrannosaurus Rex, his blood and qi erupting like a volcano within him. He approached the shark that was feeding at an incredible speed.

At this moment, the great shark was preparing to swallow the half of its body that it had bitten off.

"die!!!"

With a furious roar in the water, Xilun grabbed the white shark's thick body with both hands, bringing overwhelming force to its embrace.

He pushed the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique" to its limit, condensing his energy into claws with both hands, the gleaming white bone claws bursting with dazzling light.

He completely disregarded any defense, his hands like two sharp iron hooks, piercing directly into the white shark's back. Then, his arm muscles swelled wildly, exerting all his strength to the sides, trying to tear apart the body of this low-level alien species with pure physical strength!

The great white shark let out a deep, agonizing groan. Sensing a deadly threat, it began to thrash its massive body wildly in the water, trying to break free of Siron's grasp.

It carried Xilun and slammed its body hard against the sharp, dark reefs around it.

"Bang! Bang!"

A dull thud echoed underwater. Xilun's back was mangled and bloodied from the impact with the reef, and he let out a muffled groan of pain.

But he endured the pain that felt like his bones were breaking, and held on tightly with both hands.

His bony claws continued to tear, ripping open the tough shark skin, then the thick layer of fat, and finally the scarlet flesh.

Shark blood flowed out like a fountain, staining Xilun's vision red.

The deep-sea overlord finally began to feel fear. It desperately opened its huge mouth and turned around to try to crush Xilun's head.

Xilun had been soaking in the icy seawater for a long time, and his body temperature had already dropped, so he felt a bone-chilling cold.

But at this moment, he seemed completely oblivious to any physical harm.

He was completely engulfed in a frenzied fighting state, his claws constantly battling against the shark's thrashing and its mouthful of sharp teeth.

He tore through the shark's flesh again and again, even as he was repeatedly struck and covered in wounds, his blood mingling with the seawater, he never backed down.

"Die!"

With a furious roar, Xilun lunged at the white shark in front of him, which had been torn open with a huge wound, as if it were a leech.

He let out a low growl, and his five-fingered bone claws dug deep into the exposed crevices of the shark's spine, going deeper and deeper.

With a sickening crack of bones breaking, Xilun suddenly exerted force with both arms and tore the white shark's entire body in two through the wound!

Finally, the enormous white shark fell completely still, its mangled carcass slowly sinking to the bottom.

Just as the great white shark died, a strange black line emerged from its mangled body and entered Siron's body without any hindrance.

[Talent: Adaptive Organs]

[Source: Devil White Shark]

[Effect (Passive): Your internal organs will gradually adapt to the cold, damp underwater environment, maintaining body temperature and reducing energy loss. You will have a stronger ability to adapt to extreme underwater environments!]

After absorbing the black line, Xilun, who had been supporting his broken, bleeding, and cold body, finally felt a surge of heat within him, and his body quickly regained its temperature.

Ignoring his own injuries, he silently picked up the torn limbs and severed parts from the blood.

He carefully held them in his arms, piecing together the familiar, tall figure that Finn had once known.

After doing all this, Xilun coldly glanced at the remains of the white shark that had sunk to the bottom of the sea.

He keenly sensed a glimmering light shimmering within its body.

He reached in with his blood-soaked hand and touched it. After a while, he discovered that the skin of the alien shark began to peel off rapidly, and the flesh began to rot and dissolve at a visible speed.

He held the detached skin in his hand, lost in thought.

After the originally huge skin was peeled off, it condensed and shrank to only the size of a palm.

Xilun knew that this was an extraordinary relic, the most precious part of a low-level alien.

Xiren pursed his lips, picked up the magical sharkskin, and, holding Finn's body in one arm, swam back to the floating platform where Larissa was.

With her last bit of strength, the woman lifted her head, looked at the blood-covered Xilen, and forced a sorrowful smile that was more like a grimace.

She had just witnessed Siren avenge Finn like a demon, and she said weakly:

"Are you... the brother that Finn always talks about?"

Xilen looked at her, her eyes slightly red, and forced a smile that looked worse than crying, saying in a hoarse voice:

"Yes, Fane is my brother, I've come to save you."

He covered the woman's cold body with the faintly warm sharkskin, and then slowly channeled the strength he had just recovered into her body through his palm.

Under the combined influence of the extraordinary relics and her own strength, the woman gradually regained some vitality, feeling the deadly chill in her body being slowly dispelled.

After a while, accompanied by a loud whistle, the large fleet that Sarah and Balk were on finally approached the reef area.

The woman was carefully rescued by the crew using a net.

He refused any help from others, and holding Finn's mutilated body tightly, he walked heavily up the deck step by step.

After he boarded the ship, he gently placed Finn's body on the deck.

At this moment, the expression of extreme sorrow on Xilun's face was no longer visible.

Instead, there is a chilling coldness and alienation.

He stood there quietly, soaked to the bone, blood dripping from the hem of his clothes.

He was like a live volcano about to erupt, desperately suppressing a raging fury that could have incinerated the entire ocean pier.

……

The gloomy sky, like a tattered cloth soaked in ink, pressed heavily on the turbulent sea.

The biting wind, mixed with salty moisture, scraped across the deck of the rescue ship like blades.

Siren sat calmly on the swaying deck, his soaked clothes clinging to his muscular body.

Seawater dripped down his hair and chin, pooling into a dark red stain on the wooden plank beneath his feet.

That was the blood of a great white shark, and also his own blood.

Beside him lay a corpse covered with a rough white cloth.

The edges of the white cloth were stained a glaring dark brown by the seeping blood.

All around were cries for help, hurried footsteps, and loud curses from the crew.

Survivors were pulled from the icy water one after another, wrapped in thick blankets, and brought into the warm cabins for emergency treatment.

But all this noise seemed to be kept out of the world of Xilun by an invisible barrier.

He sat there like a lifeless, iron-gray sculpture.

Suddenly, Sarah, who was standing at the bow of the ship, focused her gaze.

Beneath her black combat bodysuit, which fluttered in the sea breeze, a terrifying aura of blood suddenly erupted, sending chills down one's spine.

Even without deliberately activating his Far Listening talent, Xilun instinctively sensed the almost suffocating sense of oppression in the surrounding air.

He slowly raised his head and followed Sarah's gaze to the rolling dark green sea in the distance.

A huge, island-like, dark shadow is slowly rising from the water.

It was a devil whale of such enormous size that it was awe-inspiring.

Even the small portion of its back that protrudes above the water is tens of meters long.

Its enormous, abyss-like eyes, piercing through the murky seawater, gazed at the small steel boats on the surface with an air of superior languor and indifference.

The next moment, Sarah moved.

She clenched her right hand tightly, and the broad-bladed longsword at her waist emitted a piercing hum as it was instantly drawn from its sheath.

Without the slightest hesitation, Sarah leaped into the air, like a black swift, plummeting straight towards the sea shrouded in the shadow of death.

The moment she leaped out, the devil whale's gaping maw, large enough to swallow a three-story building, burst forth from the water.

With a deafening roar and a towering column of water, the small lifeboat Sarah was riding in was swallowed whole, leaving not even a speck of wood behind.

Sarah, suspended in mid-air, showed no fear. She bit the long knife tightly in her mouth and gripped the devil whale's rough, rock-hard skin with both hands like iron clamps.

Xilun calmly watched the unequal battle between the man and the beast.

The devil whale's eyes remained languid; it didn't even struggle violently, merely rolling its massive body casually in the water.

The towering waves they created were enough to easily capsize ordinary ships.

Sarah steadied herself in the raging current, clinging tightly to the whale's body with both hands, and suddenly gripped the long knife she had been biting in her mouth.

"break!"

With a sharp, clear shout, the longsword in Sarah's hand transformed into an impenetrable silver light curtain.

The blade light contained extremely terrifying third-tier power; each strike created a clear air wave several meters deep on the surrounding sea surface.

The seawater was instantly pushed out by the sword energy, creating a deafening sonic boom.

"boom!"

However, those sharp blades, powerful enough to split fine steel in two, only left shallow white marks when they struck the devil whale's skin, which was covered with barnacles and thick fat.

Even if a few cuts occasionally pierce the skin and a little dark red blood flows out, it is as insignificant as a mosquito bite to this deep-sea overlord that is tens of meters long.

After a moment, the devil whale seemed to lose interest in this tedious entanglement.

With a sudden flick of its massive tail fin, it created a wall of water tens of meters high, and its enormous body, exuding a despairing sense of oppression, slowly sank into the unfathomable dark abyss.

Using the recoil from the water, Sarah deftly flipped in mid-air and landed steadily back on the deck of the large ship.

Her military boots made a dull thud as they stepped on the wooden planks.

Water dripped down her bodysuit.

She gritted her teeth, casually sheathed her long sword, her chest heaving violently, and coldly cursed:

"It's only been two or three years, and this beast has become even stronger."

Even two or three third-tier extraordinary beings would probably find it difficult to deal with.

Only someone with the strength of the third-tier extreme realm can break through its defenses.