Feng Yi opened his mouth and revealed two sharp fangs, silently threatening.
The great white shark, with a fierce and dumbstruck face, flicked its tail and scampered off again.
Feng Yi continued on his way.
The mobile rock island used for molting had moved since last time but not too far away.
Guided by instinct, Feng Yi located the position of the rock island.
Usually submerged beneath the sea, the rock island only rose up after Feng Yi arrived.
Mist hovered around, and clouds amassed in the sky, forming a shielding circle around the area.
Lying on the rock island, Feng Yi waited for the molting to begin, picking at the attachments on the island, pondering how much he could learn from his ancestral DNA this time.
Not to mention anything else, but how to send messages and convey precise meanings to different species, he should be able to fully learn that, right?
