As expected, the middle-aged man's warning took only a dozen seconds before another giant wave crashed onto the yacht. Jiang Guangrong's strength was waning. He could no longer hold onto the sea waves. He was directly swept up by a wave, his head hitting the railing, and he fell near the first cabin.
"Glory!" Mountain Eagle and Tian Jue were both stunned.
Jiang Guangrong struggled and touched his head that hit the railing with his right hand, letting out a wail.
Tian Jue watched the giant wave surging towards him. He grinned, let go of the railing between his two arms, and dashed towards Jiang Guangrong. At that moment, the yacht suddenly tilted to the right. Jiang Guangrong rolled across the deck, hitting the nearby railing. Tian Jue, like a drunken man, ran to Jiang Guangrong's side, grabbed the railing with his right hand, and held Jiang Guangrong's right hand with his left hand.
