With Three Eyes, Yang Yi witnessed the entire process of the Fishman Great Sage's suicide.
But even without Three Eyes, the others understood what had happened.
"He killed himself."
Yang Yi spoke to Su Na and handed her the now-motionless Soul-Storage Jar, letting her judge whether the item still had any value.
She examined the Soul-Storage Jar for a long time. The mummified Fishman inside had crumbled into powder, mingling with what little liquid remained.
She put the Soul-Storage Jar into her Treasure Bag, then began floating upward.
"I'm going to look around up there."
Su Na spoke casually. She did not ascend quickly, but it was much more convenient than climbing a ladder.
Only after she left did the floating objects and splashes of water around them begin to fall. The ground became a mess, leaving only Yang Yi and Cui Xiya there again.
"The arrogant state makes it easy to act dangerously and aggressively..."
Yang Yi repeated this silently, not feeling that there was much wrong with Su Na. She was just a little more aggressive than usual.
Besides, the greatest threat on Cook Island no longer existed. All that remained was to sweep the place and clean up the aftermath.
These indigenous villagers should still have plenty of materials and supplies left.
Yang Yi checked his status panel.
He still had 67 Qi and Blood, which was slowly recovering. Much of the damage had come from his own explosions.
His Sanity was down to 14. He needed to take some time to recover, or his pollution depth would increase again.
And this inconvenient mass of fat meant that all his previous efforts to lose weight had gone to waste. Slimming down again would take at least half a month of high-intensity workouts.
However, his experience should grow