"The acid rain stopped?" Qin Lin looked at the sky, bewildered.
It wasn't just the acid rain that had stopped; the rising water levels had also begun to slowly recede.
It felt as if the guillotine hanging overhead had suddenly been yanked up by some force, and Yang Zhen and the two others seemed to hear their own heartbeats—the first to recover was Liang Yu.
He looked at the child, puzzled.
If something had just happened, it was that this seemingly docile young man had screamed out a sentence in a tearing voice.
The sentence was filled with longing and sorrow.
To whom was he shouting? The master of this area? That Evil Fallen?
Liang Yu suddenly realized that this area might not be as simple as Yang Zhen had described. Constantine, as if he had read the script in advance... found several hiding spots and then led everyone on a dash to the cabin.
Throughout the journey, Constantine had a very clear purpose, but how did he come to know all this information?