Out at sea.
The Rotting Whale, which had been spewing jets of water moments earlier, suddenly stopped moving.
The sea grew calm again, so quiet it was almost frightening.
Then sea salt seeped out of the Rotting Whale's skin, and Salt Folk carrying shovels and pickaxes crawled out of it, beginning to wreak havoc on its flesh.
Su Na noticed this and raised her telescope to look...
But this was not limited to the Rotting Whale's surface.
Inside the Rotting Whale, the closer they were to its center-or rather, to Yang Yi-the finer the Salt Folk's weapons and equipment became, and the more intelligent they were.
By the time they reached the air chamber, they had become orderly formations of knights.
At Yang Yi's command, these knights would become engines of war, destroying everything around them!
There was no need for a rallying speech or verbal communication. Yang Yi merely extended a long, withered finger and pointed into the distance. The knights mounted their warhorses, defied gravity, and charged toward the white ball of flesh in the center, riding along the nearly vertical walls of flesh.
Beneath their horses' trampling hooves, all the flesh along their path withered and cracked, as though death itself had descended.
Before long, the Salt Knights had closed in on the white ball of flesh.
They seemed weightless, even able to turn upside down and run across the air chamber's ceiling as though it were level ground!
The giant sucked in a sharp breath, not daring to let his guard down.
He had never seen these Salt Knights before in his life.
But judging by the style of their armor and their decorative totems, they were the elite knightly order of that kingdom buried beneath salt. There were 120 riders in all, each brave and