Seemingly satiated, the flock of black birds moved into the distance and faded away.

“The corpsefish was just food?” Chu Xingran stared incredulously.

“No wonder it didn’t dare stray too far from the water. Its tentacles can reach more than one hundred and fifty million kilometers above the surface, but it was afraid of the flock of birds.” Lu Yun looked down at the sea—numerous corpsefish peered back from beneath the surface. Their human faces bore a trace of greed and plenty of fear.

There was more than one corpsefish in the enormous dead sea. There were thousands and tens of thousands, perhaps even a limitless number of them.

“Is that a corpse up ahead too?”...