The sea became more angry.

The continuous wave has reached up to thirty or forty meters, and when it slaps on the rocks of the island, it is like a beast that is unwilling to die like this, roaring at Yang Xiao at the top with its mouth open.

Yang Xiao's face was pale, his lips were clenched by teeth, and blood had already flowed down.

He hates the sea.

is also terrified of the sea.

Especially at this time, the angry sea, blocked by rocks, always tries to bite his feet, wrap around his legs, drag him into the sea, and grind him to powder.

Yang Xiao's left hand...