Fortunately, with Du Busi, a Limit Douluo, acting as his protector, and with this place being neither the Clear Sky Sect nor Shrek Academy—a true lawless zone beyond the jurisdiction of a certain deity—things were reasonably stable.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed. At this point, Du Busi's face had turned almost cyan from holding his breath. After all, he was human, not a god; even a Limit Douluo needed to breathe. Having stayed a full three days at a depth of one thousand three hundred and sixty zhang without drawing a single breath, he was reaching his limit.
Yet Du Busi dared not abandon Huo Yuhao, this bastard of a kid, to go up alone for air. The fragrance coming from the boy was growing increasingly intense, to the point that even he, a Limit Douluo, felt a faint urge to devour him, let alone the other sea soul beasts! To say nothing else, just on the second day of Huo Yuhao sleeping inside his cocoon, Du Busi had already killed a Deep Sea Crab Emperor with a cultivation of up to two hundred thousand years.
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