"We're almost there, just a final push," Guo Yuyun shouted.
The island was right in front of them. The rain was still falling. Although it wasn't as heavy as before, it was still somewhat terrifying and didn't seem like it would stop. Ye Chen was already exhausted.
That island lay amidst the hazy mist, covered by dense forests; the suffocating feeling was getting stronger and stronger.
Just a few dozen feet left.
The wind had died down a bit, but the boat had sunk a great deal.
Meng Xiuluo called out, "Can't you just create a big one and suck away all the sea water in one go?"
"Easy for you to say, not feeling the strain, as if it's effortless. I've been killing all day, and you just stand there making snide remarks," came the reply.
Meng Xiuluo laughed and shouted to those behind her, "Everyone, get ready to land."
Some were already itching to jump into the sea.
The dark clouds took the lightning with them to the rear.