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Waves churned tumultuously.
Three days later, Lin Suo stood on the surface of the ocean, looking into the distance which was utterly silent.
He couldn't sense the Shark-men anymore.
They were most likely dead, which was certainly not good news.
After all, the Shark-men carried the aura of Demon Spirits, categorizing them as inherently evil creatures. Even they were attacked and died without a resting place, which just showed how dangerous the sea had become.
"This is troublesome."
He spread out the map and glanced at the town icons drawn on it, then looked down at the sea below, not knowing what to say.
The vice principal had planned out five major towns for him, with a total population of around five hundred thousand before the apocalypse.
His mission was to rescue thirty thousand people.
He was now at the second town, having only managed to rescue three thousand from the previous one, significantly below the target.
This showed just how severe the disaster was.
