Due to the prolonged soaking in seawater, Su Mo felt stiff all over and his movements were sluggish. As for the pollution in the water, if it weren't for drinking and long-term immersion, the impact wasn't that significant. Enduring the discomfort, he took off his shoes and pants. Afterward, he tore the pants and tied pieces around the joints of his hands and feet, first to reduce the noise of friction, and second to prevent abrasion.
At this moment, he held his breath, not daring to even let out a gasp, and soon he groped his way to the shore. Less than two meters in front of him, there was a pulsing red tumor.
Su Mo stared intently at the tumor, his right hand gripping the dagger he had been biting in his mouth, then slowly crept up from the side.
He needed to crawl past the tumor in front of him, and his reason for choosing this place to land was simple.
