Yuan Menhai narrowly escaped death, his soul only just returning.
Ling Bo came running back, looking as if he too had died once.
Looking forward, it was all hazy and unknown.
"How many of us are left?" Yuan Menhai asked in despair.
"Around two hundred, I suppose. I didn't think that the New City Sect would flood Wasteland City on their own. What's infuriating is that they had boats prepared already, they were ready for this, they wanted to drown us all." Ling Bo said.
Yuan Menhai hit rock bottom, with the flood, the Third Demon came to an end. He heard yesterday that something had happened in Bishui City, and now this. He had no idea how to carry on in the future.
The distressed bearded man who had just barely escaped started cursing again, declaring, "That little jerk, too evil, he actually came up with this plan just to deal with us, too evil."
Ling Bo asked, "What caused the Spiritual Stone to go out of control?"