Yang Yi climbed down the pillar of flesh, but soon noticed something wrong with his body and quickly withdrew his right claw.
After taking in a large amount of fresh water, his condition had improved somewhat. But just now, the beads of blood seeping from his right armguard had instantly dried up, and his entire right hand had shriveled, as though a straw had been inserted into it and sucked hard.
[Your right arm has been robbed of moisture. Your Qi and Blood decreased by 7.]
He noticed the notification in his log.
As for what had robbed him of it, there was no need to guess. It was the Salt Spike more than twenty meters below.
He had planned to climb over and drive the Salt Spike into the Rotting Whale's core to kill it for good.
But this weapon was even more dangerous than he had imagined. Merely approaching it would cause it to steal the moisture from his body.
No wonder it had been sealed in a crystal container and kept under strict guard.
Yang Yi paused and checked the fresh water remaining in his ring. There were 327 liters in total.
He had used too much water on the way here.
After all, whenever the air chamber contracted, the airflow sent the salt inside flying everywhere. Even if he blocked it with his shield, he inevitably lost some moisture to the salt.
So he planned to finish this quickly. Naturally, it would be best not to trigger Refuse Death if he could avoid it.
As long as he shortened the contact time, the damage he took would decrease accordingly.
As for controlling the armor and having it climb up, he could not count on that.
In this harsh environment with its periodic upheavals, climbing