C402 Sacred Lord

In the secluded wasteland, other than the occasional wave of toad cries, all the Ferocious Beast seemed to have disappeared.

In the rainy weather, only those who were good at water would appear at this time of the year.

Little White's body rolled in Green Water River, and the waves that splashed out were a thousand feet high. Like a tsunami, it rushed to the riverbank in the blink of an eye