Boom!!!
A thunderclap exploded.
A lightning bolt nearly a kilometer long erupted from the heavy storm clouds, tearing the night apart.
But daylight lasted only for an instant, as the sky was once again covered by a shroud of gloom. The entire Cortes Sea seemed devoured by shadows, interspersed with terrifying thunderstorms and rain, presenting an imminent apocalyptic scene that left one in awe of nature's majesty.
At this moment, the footage from the camera in Ah Gui's hand was being streamed live on Douyin.
Even though the signal was poor, occasionally stuttering.
The fifty thousand online viewers in the livestream could still see this almost apocalyptic view.
And in the center of the endless sea, Wang Ye riding the waves.
Wang Ye's height and build already stood out like a crane among chickens in a crowd. Yet at this moment, he seemed no more than a tiny ant in a massive flood, exceptionally small and insignificant.
[Wow, is this the Cortes Sea's wave...?]
