At the top of the tower, in the grand hall, six great figures were discussing matters of humanity's very survival. A similar scene was playing out in every other major city across the Dongxia Federation.
Far below, Li Qian knew none of this. He was sprinting for his life, fleeing toward the city. He didn't look completely wretched, but he was certainly a far cry from graceful.
In truth, his composure had largely returned compared to when he first saw the colossal wave bearing down on him.
This change of heart was mainly due to new developments in the battle out at sea.
The battle was progressing just as Li Qian had anticipated. Before humanity's meticulously raised Pet Beasts, the three wild ones were simply no match.
Before long, they were being thoroughly overwhelmed. The Sharp-beaked Howling Shark, in particular, was in a wretched state. A section of its sharp dorsal fin had been snapped off, and it was bleeding profusely from the significant injury.
