"Stop praying already!" Watching the villagers kneeling one by one, Zhao Chunxue was so angry she nearly spat blood!
Why choose to be superstitious at such a critical moment?
Zhao Chunxue stomped her foot hard and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Everyone, get moving, move quickly! Do not let Celestial God Ye's kindness go to waste, he's down there buying you time, not expecting you to just pray here!"
Even as she spoke, Zhao Chunxu also broke into a cold sweat for Ye Qiu.
Being a disciple of the Dao, his proficiency in using the divinations of The Book of Changes was master-class in the outside world, yet he couldn't predict Ye Qiu's fate, making him believe it was almost impossible for Ye Qiu to withstand such terrifying water pressure.
After all, Ye Qiu was still injured, and the current water pressure was incomparably greater than before.
