829 Underground

The whole routine had been arduous, the suffering beyond words. In any event, he had finally arrived on the opposite shore. He had finally crossed the sea.

Tang Wulin lay there and allowed the seawater to wash up against his body as a faint smile appeared on his face.

'Have I finally succeeded after enduring so much hardship and undergoing so much torture?'

He lay there hardly moving as he completely concealed all his soul power. He swept up the sand quietly, like a turtle burying itself, bringing his body temperature under control.

By doing so, he prevented himself from being discovered by the Northsea Army Corps' radar. He needed to rest because he could barely lift a finger right now.

His breathing gradually returned to normal as he adjusted his blood essence fluctuation.