On that day, when Chen Xu tethered the dragon and calmed the waves.
The entire world was trembling and echoing.
At that moment, Cui Yunqi was already bleeding all over, his Divine Soul nearly separating from his body.
Ning Siyu was slightly better off, the Daluo Smoke Rain Umbrella in his hand releasing a mottled brilliance that enveloped him—
Yes, this Treasure Umbrella was already half broken.
The city was hit by the flood, half the houses were submerged.
In the lower areas, water reached the rooftops; in the higher areas, it was still several feet deep.
Apart from those who fled the city, most of the remaining citizens climbed onto rooftops.
People had never seen such a flood, nor such drastic changes.
Normally, even during flood season, there would be a process for the water to rise from heavy rain to flood.
During which, there would be some time to choose whether to escape or stay.
