Though Lu Chen had refined the Mysterious Iron Water Barrier, it was, in truth, not even a Magic Artifact.
Lu Chen had no knowledge of the Art of Refinement to begin with.
Therefore, he couldn't shrink this huge sheet of iron to store it in his storage bag.
He had no choice but to scrape away the sand at the edge, thus reconnecting the pit with the seawater.
That was where the problem lay, for every movement caused his ribs excruciating pain.
He could have stayed put to heal, but his concern for Qin Yaotiao and the little black creature compelled him to take this risk.
Sweat beads had already formed on Lu Chen's forehead.
But still, no water appeared.
At the time, to ensure the formidable barrier against the eight-clawed monster fish, Lu Chen had put in great effort, never imagining it would turn into such a hurdle for himself now.
"What else can I do but dig?"