Perhaps Wang Wu's luck had run out. When he wanted to catch a Sea Demon and question it, he went an entire month without encountering a single one.
"I'm going to dive to the seabed. Can you hold your breath?"
"For a short while, probably. But for too long, I'm afraid I won't be able to endure it."
The Snow Wolf General smiled bitterly. It was now like a porcelain doll—the framework of its foundation had already been laid, and it only needed enough Vitality Points and spiritual energy to condense its demon core. There absolutely could not be any major fluctuations, or all its previous efforts would go down the drain.
"I'll give you air."
Wang Wu had set his heart on catching a Sea Demon. Damn it, with his current strength, he had actually ended up in such a predicament. It was enough to make him die of frustration.
"It can only be done this way."
The Snow Wolf General could only agree. It could not be left alone on the sea surface; it was too weak.
Next, Wang Wu moved the Snow Wolf General from his back to his chest so it would be easier to give it air. Then he plunged down in one swift dive, giving the Snow Wolf General a breath every ten minutes—not too much, not too little. Too much would blow it up like a balloon; too little would be useless.
So later, he simply gave it a small breath every three minutes, or half a breath every minute. The results were quite good.
And honestly, giving it air in that clear seawater carried a strangely transcendent feeling.
Sunlight pierced through the seawater, long hair drifted in the currents, and their eyes met. In that instant, eternity was born.
But the sea