Second Form!

The world remained silent.

You Xiang did not know whether the sound he had made would receive any response from the other party.

Nor did he know whether the monster beyond the sky could understand that faint cry within the power of the You Clan.

The other party might not care what its prey said.

Even so, You Xiang had to make one last attempt.

Countless members of the You Clan had lived on the seabed year-round, yet they had always yearned for the sea's surface and the sky, because beneath the sea slept the shells of countless clansmen. It was the place closest to death.

When a member of the You Clan no longer swam and sank to the seabed, that was the day its life ended.

The You Clan had to swim upward.

Otherwise, their shells would grow heavier and heavier, until the day they could no longer support their own weight and sank to the seabed, becoming part of the Death Mountain Range.

Only by reaching the buoyant surface of the sea would they have a chance to survive longer.

To float upward, relying solely on the You Clan's own strength was impossible.

The surging power of the ocean could not be defied. Within it, the You Clan could only drift with the current, so they needed ships.

Every member of the You Clan was searching for a ship that could carry them upward. Unfortunately, most Ship Worlds were sinking, and those that could rise or remain from sinking were extremely few.

The sea was vast, and finding the ship one wanted was very difficult.

You Xiang had only run into his chance between life and death because he had been swept into an ocean storm.

He desperately clung to the surface of that Ship World, wedging