Underwater Breathing

Jing Yan's arm had been cut open. It hurt a little, but with his life at stake, he obediently did as he was told.

Blood trickled from the wound onto the deck.

Soon, the bright red liquid gradually thickened, becoming mucus-like and seemingly merging with the deck.

Jing Yan felt as if something inside him was gurgling out through the wound.

The sensation was uncanny, yet undeniably real.

At that moment, Jing Yan could barely feel his own existence. He felt that he was the river, the lake itself, merging with the enormous Cold River Giant Ship.

Just then, Qing Chen picked up a high-temperature wooden board and used its heat to sever the part where Jing Yan's blood had stuck to the deck.

Jing Yan shuddered and abruptly came to his senses. He gasped for breath, his mind hazy.

"How do you feel?"

Only after hearing Qing Chen's question did Jing Yan notice what was happening around him. His awareness gradually returned.

"I-I'm not sure..."

Before Jing Yan could finish, his eyes suddenly widened, and he stared at the spot on the deck where the liquid had stuck.

Countless blood-red eyes were slowly appearing across that section of the deck, packed tightly together.

But soon, as if something had happened to them, the blood-red eyes began to dissolve, merging into the deck until they no longer showed any signs of life.

The others had naturally seen it too.

"It worked!" Fang Yue said with certainty.

Perhaps it was his imagination, or perhaps it was just a comforting thought, but seeing this also made Jing Yan feel much more at ease.

"Qing Chen, keep going. Drive every last blood-red eye in my body onto the deck!"

"No problem!"

Qing Chen was even more interested in this than Jing Yan, the