Accelerating Progress

A month had already passed since the battle between Wang Ming's avatar, Long Teng, and the Weak Water.

The Heavenly River naval encampment in the mortal realm was stationed on a small island.

The Weak Water had flooded the mortal realm, submerging countless regions. Even this small island would be swallowed up by it without a moment's notice, but fortunately, the Nine-Toothed Rake of Marshal Tianpeng supported the island from below, barely ensuring it would not sink into the water.

Inside the commander's tent, a wide white cloth hung from a wooden frame, and dense black lines were drawn upon it.

Chang'e and Yang Jian had overlooked the earth from above the Moon Palace and drawn this flow map of the Weak Water. As long as they dug canals according to this water flow map, they could channel the Weak Water into the sea, thereby resolving the situation of the mortal realm being ravaged by the Weak Water.

Although Yang Jian had the intention to manage the Weak Water, he knew very well that this matter could not be accomplished by a single person, so he directly handed the Weak Water flow map to Marshal Tianpeng.

After obtaining the water flow map, Marshal Tianpeng did not delay for a single moment and immediately launched the management work of the Weak Water.

At this moment inside the large tent, the three people stood before the Weak Water flow map with furrowed brows and troubled expressions.

Marshal Tianpeng looked at Wang Ming and the East Sea Dragon King, then sighed. "Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!"

The East Sea Dragon King nodded and said, "Indeed! In the short span of a month, my Four Seas have lost nearly ten thousand naval soldiers."

Marshal Tianpeng shook his head and said, "In the beginning, I thought the