The little paperman reached the turbulent sea area at the fastest speed, and what met its eyes was utter chaos.
The sea waves appeared to be at least dozens of meters high, and even without getting close, the intense oppressive feeling was palpable, making the nearby humans seem small and pitiful.
Fortunately, the people nearby had been relocated early by the little paperman.
Otherwise, today's unprecedented storm would have claimed countless lives.
The surviving Ming Hall members were in an extremely sorry state, with fear and despair filling their eyes.
But when they saw the shadow of the little paperman.
Each of them suddenly seemed invigorated, with the despair in their eyes instantly dissipating.
Replacing it was a strong fighting spirit.
It was as if the terrifying giant waves in front of them that could instantly drag them into the sea were nothing at all.
"Master!"
"Master!"
"Master!"
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