Lake of Life Security Theory: The Forest Kings Were Just Guard Dogs

A violent gale swept up enormous, fishy-salty waves and smashed them down overhead.

In the freezing seawater, Ma Hongjun looked like a drowned quail.

He flailed desperately, both arms clinging tightly to the last remaining broken plank.

"Gurgle... cough, cough!"

Another huge wave crashed over him. The fatty choked on several mouthfuls of bitter, salty seawater, tears and snot instantly smearing across his face.

"It's over, it's over. Looks like this is where I die today!"

Ma Hongjun wiped his face and wailed at the top of his lungs, his voice utterly hopeless.

"The ship's gone. Today, we're all getting served up as an all-you-can-eat seafood buffet for those deep-sea fathead fish."

"If I'd known this would happen, I wouldn't have mocked them even if you beat me to death! This damn mouth of mine is cursed—I say something, and it happens!"

Not far from him,

Oscar clung to a broken mast with both hands and feet.

His face looked worse than a sheet of white paper soaked in water.

"Fatty, shut up and save your strength."

Oscar gave a bitter smile, his voice so weak it seemed a gust of wind could blow it away.

He looked toward Ning Rongrong at the other end of the mast and asked anxiously, "Rongrong, are you hurt?"

Ning Rongrong spat out the seawater in her mouth and replied weakly, "No, but I don't have enough Soul Power to keep supporting your boosts."

At that, Oscar's expression turned ugly as well. "I don't have enough Soul Power left either."

"If I'd known things would end up like this, I would've made more Flying Sausages as backups even if it killed me."

"There's no point saying anything now. We're getting wiped out as a team and fed to turtles nice and neatly."

Dai Mubai,