'It's still chasing?'
The distance between the Dayun and the Rotting Whale was growing, and what's more, they had almost crossed the Mediterranean Sea!
Shi Ming admired the Rotting Whale's persistence, but he also understood. Perhaps the Formless Pure Ice was crucial to it—an irresistible temptation that stemmed from its very soul.
It was midnight.
"Eye of Intelligence, acquire information."
'Let's see what information the Eye of Intelligence can provide.'
[BEEP~ BEEP~]
[Compiling information...]
[Searching. Confirming host's detailed coordinates... Search successful. Summarizing information... Information generated: Dusk Whale.]
The Eye of Intelligence did not disappoint Shi Ming.
It had indeed given him the information he wanted.
'Let's see what the hell this sea beast is.'
[Dusk Whale: an S-class sea beast that begins to rot from the moment of its birth.]
