On the beach east of the Titan Race, at this moment, tens of thousands of players have gathered to watch.
Among them included the members of the Creation Mercenary Corps.
Xiao He looked at the sea surface, filled with the wreckage of countless buildings, and worriedly said:
"Do you think Old Feng will be alright?"
Tian Ci replied irritably:
"Pah~"
"How could anything be wrong."
"If you want to be worried, you'd better concern yourself with the Sea Race."
Looking at the Titan Race members transporting Sea Race corpses one by one:
"Who knows what happened underneath, can't even their City Lord handle it?"
"Hope the entire Galia City hasn't been wiped out by the Demon Race..."
While everyone was discussing Galia City, Lin Yi felt like he was inside a massive whirlpool.
No matter what Lin Yi did, he couldn't stop his body from being sucked toward that mysterious stone tablet:
"What the hell is this? Stop it!"
