In the blink of an eye, time had leapt to September.
It has been a year and a half since the apocalypse occurred, but for some, this year has felt longer than an era.
Chen Feng always felt a certain pressure on him. Even though he gained a lot during this year and a half, he still felt short on time. After months of transport, there are still half of the survivors on Xiamen who haven't been sent back to Order.
The sea was anything but calm, and during the transportation, sea monster attacks were frequent. The most disastrous was a month ago when a giant octopus emerged from the sea, causing enormous waves. Except for a few distant ships that were spared, five ships fell into the sea.
Even though the warriors rushed to rescue, only three hundred people were successfully saved, while the remaining two thousand perished at sea.
This is a painful number. Because of this, Xiamen City held a large funeral to console those who died in the maritime disaster.
