However, the city was far too close to the Maze.
What should have been a prime geographical advantage had now become an unavoidable death sentence. The colossal waves, controlled by the Divine Being, couldn't all pour into the Maze at once. Their turbulent aftershocks churned against each other, creating one flood crest after another.
And just like that, they slammed against the walls of Naisel City!
"This is bad! There are still so many refugees who haven't made it into the city!"
Far in the distance, Su Zhou, who was still contemplating how to defeat the Water God, noticed it as well. His expression changed drastically, and he couldn't help but take a step forward. "What's more, if the walls are destroyed, Naisel City is finished! These waves will submerge the entire city!"
"It won't just be the tens of thousands of refugees who die—the million people inside the city... they'll die too!"
