The Penitent Armor came to the mast and tried to clear away the salt around it with Fake Broken Iron.
Before long, the sails buried in the salt were exposed.
But perhaps they had been buried in salt for too long.
The sails were like brittle paper; a hole could easily be picked through them.
The paint on the mast had also peeled away, exposing the white, cracked wood beneath.
"This mast is at least a dozen meters tall. Digging the whole thing out isn't realistic," Yang Yi judged.
He controlled the armor to grab a handful of sea salt. It felt rough, like slightly coarser sand.
So the bulk of the excavation would still have to rely on the air currents inside the Rotting Whale.
Yang Yi made the armor crouch, bracing for the next air current to avoid being blown away.
Roughly every thirty seconds to a minute, an extremely powerful air current blew in from ahead, carrying away large quantities of sea salt along with the Salt Men that had formed on the surface.
Strictly speaking, the wind inside this Rotting Whale should therefore have been classified as a sandstorm, except with grains of sea salt instead of sand.
"Each air current carries away about thirty centimeters of salt. Even if this mast is thirty meters tall, it'll only take a hundred gusts. It won't take more than two hours!"
Su Na reached that conclusion after observing several air currents.
Yang Yi looked ahead.
Limited by the armor's field of vision, he found it difficult to tell what lay ahead.
The Rotting Whale's interior was very dark, with little light coming through the opening, and the armor's night vision could not compare to Three Eyes at all.
Not to mention the many moving Salt Men obstructing his