High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

Inside the cave, Song Chen slept for a whole day.

From the moment he broke out of Yunbo Island, his nerves were constantly on edge, like a bowstring stretched to its limit.

After breaking through the encirclement, running for a day and a night, digging a 100-meter-long tunnel, and enduring the effects of two S-grade pills, both his body and will were pushed to their limits.

I slept soundly for ages.

When I woke up, the cave was pitch black.

Song Chen stretched his neck, and his cervical spine made a series of cracking sounds.

He was satisfied with his physical condition; all his external injuries had healed, and he could move around without any difficulty. The blue crystal was pressed against his chest, and it was as warm as usual.

Health and vitality value: 903; mental strength value: 400; peak condition.

Song Chen clenched his fist in the darkness, feeling the power travel from his fingertips to his shoulder, and the muscles in his entire arm tensed up like a tightly wound steel cable.

I'm adapting well. After a day and a night of settling, the surge in power has begun to integrate into my body's instincts, and I no longer experience the situation of crushing rocks with the slightest movement.

It's time to go out now.

He climbed out along the tunnel he had dug himself.

It took him an hour to dig the 100-meter tunnel, but he climbed out quickly. He stopped halfway through.

He sensed something.

The Mystic Eyes activated on their own, and a faint golden light shone deep within the pupils.

Inside the cave, his mental perception range was compressed to its limit by the rock walls, but the mental energy that seeped in from the outside was so strong that he could detect it without having to consciously perceive it. It was like a mountain pressing down on the water, and the water was already shrouded in shadow before it even touched the mountain.

Sixth order.

At least sixth-level mental strength.

Song Chen instantly lowered his breathing to a minimum, pressed his body against the cave wall, slowed his heartbeat, and reduced his blood flow to almost a standstill.

The golden light of the Illusionary Eyes receded to the deepest part of its pupils, not a single ray leaking out.

That spiritual force swept over the island like a tidal wave.

Slow, profound, and omnipresent.

Song Chen remained motionless.

When his mental energy swept across the mountain, he could feel the rock walls trembling slightly, a resonance produced when his mental energy penetrated the rock.

The force penetrated the rock surface for about thirty or forty meters before weakening by more than half, and beyond that, only a very weak aftershock remained.

A hundred-meter-high rock is enough to weaken a sixth-level mental power to the point that even an ant cannot perceive it.

Indeed, digging a hole was the right thing to do.

The spiritual force lingered above the island for about ten seconds before moving away, like a dark cloud that blots out the sky, drifting slowly towards the more distant sea.

Song Chen didn't move. One minute. Two minutes. Five minutes.

An hour later, he finally let out a slow breath.

It wasn't a giant whale king, but an unfamiliar aura, carrying a cold, deep-sea quality.

Song Chen didn't know which beast king it was, and he didn't continue thinking about it.

No matter who comes, a sixth-tier opponent is not someone he can handle right now.

He retreated deeper into the cave and sat down again.

Keep waiting.

On the first day, that spiritual force swept back twice.

Once at noon, and once at dusk.

Each time was like a dark cloud passing by, slow and heavy. Song Chen remained motionless in the cave, using meditation instead of sleep to suppress his body's metabolism to the lowest possible level.

The frequency of the mental energy scan decreased on the second day, and it only appeared once at dawn, and did not reappear throughout the day.

On the third day, there was nothing.

Song Chen waited another night.

On the morning of the fourth day, he crawled out of the cave.

Outside the cave entrance, the mornings on the island are just like every morning at sea.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty smell, blew in from the east, and the vegetation on the island rustled in the wind.

Psionic particles floated in the morning light, refracting tiny fragments of light.

If it weren't for the few carcasses of sea creatures floating on the distant sea, this island could almost be described as tranquil.

Song Chen stood at the cave entrance, took a deep breath of the sea breeze, and then began to ponder a question.

How can we figure out the current situation?

All communication equipment was lost during the breakout attempt; not a single piece remained.

He didn't know where he was, the outcome of the battle on Yunbo Island, his teacher's safety, what was happening in Tianhai City, or whether the encirclement of the alien beasts had been lifted.

He knows nothing.

A person is on a nameless island in the vast ocean, as if forgotten by the world.

Song Chen stood at the entrance of the cave for a long time, and then he made a decision.

Catch a spy.

He has no access to human intelligence systems, but he can utilize the intelligence networks of the alien beasts.

Sea creatures of the fourth rank and above can speak human language; they have their own language, their own social structure, and their own ways of transmitting information.

The fact that the Giant Whale King mobilized all the sea beasts in the entire ocean to kill him indicates that the beasts have efficient means of communication.

If we can catch one that can talk and ask it, everything will become clear.

The question is, how do we catch it?

Fourth-tier sea beasts can indeed speak, but not every fourth-tier one is willing to talk.

The ghost-faced fish demon is the kind of thing that says "be good and let me eat you," making it difficult to communicate with. He needs to find someone who is timid.

There are also differences in strength among the fourth tier; some are fierce and warlike, while others are cautious and afraid of death.

If you can find one that's afraid of death, beat it until it's scared, and it will say anything.

Song Chen walked to the rocks at the edge of the island and looked down at the seawater at his feet.

The seawater is so clear that you can see the seabed dozens of meters deep, where coral reefs, seaweed thickets, and schools of unidentified small fish swim among them.

It looked peaceful and serene, but Song Chen knew what lay hidden beneath that calm.

He drew his Heavenly Blade and jumped into the sea.

The moment the seawater submerged my body, the world went silent.

The sounds of waves, wind, and insects on the island were all shut out, leaving only the low murmur of water flowing past one's ears.

The psionic particles are more concentrated underwater, and the eerie blue light illuminates the seabed as if it were another world.

Song Chen did not linger in the shallow waters, but instead dived down the underwater slope of the island, increasing the depth from a dozen meters to several dozen meters, and then to over a hundred meters.

As the light gradually dimmed, the seawater changed from a clear blue-green to a deep dark blue, and finally to a deep black that was almost inky.

Then he saw the deep sea area, which was the world of sea monsters.

Here, the coral reefs turn into rocks and sand, and the water pressure is so great that it could crush an ordinary person into a meat patty.

However, Song Chen's body, with a Qi and Blood value of 900, was completely unaffected by this level of water pressure.

He swam close to a seabed rock, the golden light of his Illusionary Eyes shining in his pupils, taking in the entire sea area hundreds of meters around him.

The density of marine mammals far exceeded his expectations.

Three hundred meters to the left, a group of second-order armored sharks are hunting a group of small fish.

Five hundred meters to the right, three third-tier iron-spined sea serpents were coiled in a patch of seaweed, their bodies intertwined like a giant ball of sea snakes.

Further away, four fourth-tier auras occupied the four directions of this sea area, like four lords dividing up their territories.