The rain was suitable for a water-type Metahuman to kill. The entire world had become a water-type Metahuman's home ground.
At first, Whately, Grier and the others had come completely prepared. Whately had lurked on the ocean as a pirate for many years. For the past few years, he had never been wrong when it came to the weather.
Thus, they knew that there would be heavy rain here. But they did not think that when rain fell, the water-type Grier had already died.
When Lu Shu asked them whether they had considered the consequences before, the two of them could not understand. This young man was very strong. But why did he feel that he could defeat two Class B experts?
The next moment, there was a creaking sound from all the houses within a 100 meter radius. The steel bars in the houses were pulled out by the metal-type Metahuman. When the steel bars were in midair, it was as if time had stopped.
