Lie Xin had a fiery sense of determination. As time went on, the distances between the top ten decreased.
"The final battle will be decided by their speed in the sea."
This portion of the sea was going to slow a lot of people down, so whoever swam the fastest would win.
Luo Fei had an anguished look. He performed well on land, but he felt awkward in the water. It was not to say that he was weak in the water, but rather this was not his forte.
But at this point in time, he could only clench his teeth and carry on.
Lear, Stocker, and Pi Xiaoxiu came within view of each other. The coast was just up ahead and soon they would be in the water. The four people in front had already begun to cross the sea.
Another silhouette came in to view. That was not Luo Feng, neither was it Raston. Who was coming towards them?
Was that Wang Zheng?
Wang Zheng had caught up
Hadn't this kid been lapped?
