The vast, endless sea never lacked swimmers, especially during this increasingly sweltering summer season. Even busy slave catchers spared a little time to cool off by the shore.
Fish from the Shallow Sea began to migrate back. Perhaps because this place bordered the Ice Plains, melting snow carried abundant elements into the sea, providing rich nourishment for the fish. This was especially true in marsh-bordering regions like Crocodile Bay, where the mangroves' absorption of elements turned the black mud below into fertile nutrients, which floods then swept directly into the sea.
The Crocodile Race was able to thrive here because fish were plentiful in summer. This counted as one of the more bountiful fishing grounds in the North Sea region.
Rays, jellyfish, clownfish, pufferfish—fish of every kind made their homes here, hunting and surviving. Amid the motley schools of fish, one pitch-black frog stood out conspicuously.
Its entire body was shriveled, its skin wrinkled, like an underfed toad. Yet it was furiously paddling its limbs, charging and diving through the surging waves.
A Deep-Sea Octopus Frog.
It was a fairly decent variety among Frog Transformations, native to the Deep Sea. Li Ziran was now doing everything he could to familiarize himself with this unusual species.
He planned to set out.
The Devouring Serpent Stomach was of immense use to him. There was no way he could abandon it, so he had to make as many preparations as possible before departing.
Swimming was a required course, especially in the Deep Sea. Li Ziran had to withstand the crushing pressure of the ocean. Every day, he had to swim in the sea for at least eight hours, and spend the rest of his time soaking in it.
This would allow him to adapt to the sea quickly.
After all, the Deep Sea