Chapter 465 Patterned Razor Clam

The sea was calm today. Although the sky remained slightly dim, the water was crystal clear, revealing what lay beneath the surface.

The islanders who grew up by the shore were all strong swimmers. Back in Aura City, Obsidian would often head to the beach to harvest seaweed and gather shellfish to sell, so he knew the shoreline like the back of his hand.

When the water reached his waist, Obsidian