This mountain peak doesn't seem high; the part exposed above the water is estimated to be about a hundred meters tall.
Rather than calling it a peak, it looks more like a small island now.
Perhaps even a very small island.
Clearly, within one and a half months of Liang Yuan entering the Floating Island of the Dark Abyss Mouth, the flood had already risen to the point of submerging most buildings.
This type of low hill has now become even smaller.
Liang Yuan passed by without seeing any tall buildings.
It's not that there are no tall buildings, but most of them have been submerged underwater.
The Flood World has completely come.
Human modern facilities have completely faded into the distance.
"Bang!"
In the snowy ridge, a sharp sound exploded.
A white flying squirrel fell from the treetop.
Scarlet blood immediately stained the white ground red.
In the woods, a young girl rushed out quickly, grabbing the flying squirrel on the ground.
