Fishing Rod: "I'm sorry to tell you, there's nothing around."

Han Feng was dumbfounded.

Changed location but still no supplies?

Was he dragged away by that black tentacle again?

This is so fucking depressing!

Han Feng did not give up, "Yang Mi, open the fishing space again."

Yang Mi frowned slightly, "Every restart consumes a lot of mental energy. I'm afraid it won't last long."

Han Feng: "Do as I say."

Since I can't catch any fish here anyway, I might as well try my luck somewhere else.

Yang Mi sighed helplessly, then reopened the fishing space.

Han Feng couldn't wait to throw down his fishing rod and asked tentatively, "Little Fishing Rod, how is this area?"

Fishing Rod: "Found a broken island."

Han Feng was a little excited. "What's on the island?"

Fishing Rod: "It's too far away, I can't see clearly."

Han Feng: "Has this island sensed my spiritual power? Has it moved towards this side?"

Fishing Rod: "It's moving, but this island is a bit big, I'm afraid I can't catch any fish."

Han Feng's expression turned grim. "Doesn't this mean that we can't get any supplies?"

Fishing Rod: "That's not necessarily true. There are many strange-shaped fruits on the island. They look like spiritual fruits."

“Spiritual fruit!”

Han Feng's eyes lit up slightly and he waited patiently.

Time passed slowly, and five minutes passed before I knew it.

The fishing rod reminded: "A fruit is rushing towards your spiritual power and is about to bite the hook."