"Already reached Chengyang City!"
Liang Yuan took another stroll underwater and found a few rusty iron signs on the highway, the road markers were no longer visible.
Coming up from underwater, Liang Yuan didn't immediately return to the Floating Island of the Abyssal Mouth, instead, he flew through the air for some time.
The more he flew southeast, the grimmer his expression became.
Because the further southeast he went, the terrain became lower.
In the entire Chengyang City, there were barely any buildings still above water.
Only some mountain tops still exposed, with some faint smoke rising above, likely survivors gathered there.
"The lower the altitude, the fewer the survivors."
"These mountain tops aren't high either, who knows how much longer they'll last."
"When winter comes and the water surface freezes, these people will likely migrate to higher altitudes."
