Long Qie saw the river surface trembling, heard the thunderous noise resounding through the sky, and couldn't help but be shocked. He leaned forward to look down, couldn't help but say: "What is happening?"
Xiao Zheng laughed and said: "Just watch."
Rumble.
The sound was like thunder, then in the darkness, within the Great River of America, wave after wave surged like a mountain collapsing, roaring and rushing in.
They collided and clashed, like an army charging, shaking the earth and echoing through the sky, more terrifying than a tsunami by tenfold.
This was an earth-shattering flood!
At this moment, Sikureijeman was resting in the tent, deeply asleep.
Over the past few days, contending with Xiao Zheng, his nerves were constantly tense, not daring to relax for even a moment. Now that ninety-nine percent of the people within Sky Net were eliminated, only a desperate Evil God remained; he breathed easier. Therefore, upon finally relaxing, he fell deeply asleep.
