"Those who are alive have an unimaginable pursuit of survival."
Thinking back to the survivor who just arrived by ferry, it really wasn't easy to hold on until now.
If it were someone with slightly weaker willpower, they might not have been able to endure.
"It's just up ahead, I'll be there soon."
Lin Fan sped up, the waves surging, running effortlessly on the water, without the slightest bit of hindrance. Scientifically speaking, when the frequency of his legs crossing is fast enough, it's the same running anywhere.
And at the place where Lin Fan was heading.
A boat, having run out of fuel, floated silently on the sea.
Lying on the deck were a group of weak survivors, frail and emaciated.
Their lips were dry and cracked, breathing faintly.
"Can he really come back?" A survivor lying there, spoke in a voice as thin as a mosquito, with a hint of despair.
