Xiangming Mountain suddenly became a mountain of death, Ye Chen was frantically pulling the two women, trying to run up the mountain, but the flood was crazily chasing them, the surging mountain flood was muddy, just like the Yellow River, carrying a large amount of sand and silt.
"Hurry, get up here!" Ye Chen decisively jumped onto a hundred-year-old tree, then quickly pulled Li Ruo up by her arm. Seeing the mountain flood about to sweep over, Ye Chen decisively held onto Lin Ziwen's arm, and the mountain flood rushed past in an instant. Ye Chen gritted his teeth and lifted Lin Ziwen into the air with both hands. The mountain flood nearly brushed past Lin Ziwen's feet. The three of them sat on the trunk, finally letting out a breath of relief. Watching the surging flood and the torrential rain, Li Ruo and Lin Ziwen almost burst into tears.
When it rains, it pours. Having just escaped the danger of the mountain flood, they suddenly faced another peril.
Crack...
