Tossing waves, icy seawater, a burning cruise ship… They sketched out a glorious tapestry of an apocalyptic world.
However, Wang Hao, who was struggling in the sea at this moment, was in no mood to admire this once-in-a-millennium scene.
Having undergone special training, his physique far exceeded that of others, and he could barely withstand the bone-chilling seawater.
But Xin Xiaowan couldn't.
Although her constitution was also not bad, after all, she was still a frail woman. Having fasted for a day and a night, and with a cut on her neck inflicted by Jack, she was now in a semi-comatose state. If not for her incredibly strong will to survive, she would have probably already breathed her last.
Seeing Xin Xiaowan's lips turning blue and her complexion as pale as frost, Wang Hao's heart was seized by a wave of panic.
"Xiao Wan, Xiao Wan!"
