Under the pitter-patter of the rain, the dark clouds in the sky gathered again. The drizzling rain gradually turned into a heavy rain.
The waves hit the beach again and again as if it wanted to clean the sands that were dyed red.
As of today, no one stood on this undeveloped beach. Whether it was martial artists from the Golden Triangle or the young martial artists from the sky, they were all lying on the beach.
Other than the sound of the rain, there was only the sound of the waves here, as if everyone were already dead.
Only the movement of a few people's chests proved that there were still people alive.
Qin Fen laid on the beach, his bloody cheeks being washed by the heavy rain. He once again suffered from a battle between life and death and every cell in his body was in pain.
