Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and a fierce wind roared.
The fishermen of the Tuo Hai Clan had barely set sail before their boats were swallowed by massive waves, and the people floated like ants in the water, struggling to reach the shore.
Jia Xitong never expected the pursuers to come so quickly; behind them lay the lives of both the Merfolk and Tuo Hai Clan. The pressure made her so tense that sweat broke out on her back.
"Huo Rui."
Jia Xitong grabbed him, "Has Mr. Bo been following us all along?"
"Yes,"
Huo Rui glanced at Mr. Bo, who was in the crowd, fearful and trying to escape.
During the recent escape, his presence was consistently low.
It's not that others ignored him, but that Mr. Bo deliberately made himself inconspicuous. Without that bag that concealed the secrets of heaven, he calculated that both the Merfolk and Tuo Hai Clan were in grave danger. It could be said that those around Yan Qing were destined for this calamity, a one-out-of-ten survival rate.
