"What was that?"
The Fatty was also rocked by the sudden surge, staggering from side to side. The lake, which had been calm just moments ago, had changed completely. Towering waves surged toward them, each one higher than the last.
The strangest part was that there was no wind—not a breath of it on the lake—yet the waves had risen out of nowhere. Something was clearly wrong.
What the Fatty couldn't understand was that their greatest enemy, the Chairman, had already been slain. Water Lord should be the one in control of this world now, so why would—
In the next moment, the Fatty's pupils slowly contracted. He looked around and realized that Water Lord, the ruler of this world, had disappeared!
The spot where Water Lord had been standing was empty.
Mist shrouded the lake, stretching beyond sight. A cold, murderous air pressed down on everyone's hearts. The Fatty finally began to understand: Water Lord was behind all of this. That old bastard had turned on them!
Wu drew his blade and drove it into the bow with a backhanded strike. In an instant, the boat steadied. At the same time, a chill spread along the blade, and within moments, a layer of ice had formed on the lake around them.
A figure gradually emerged from the distant mist. It was Water Lord! But his face was dark as he stared coldly at them.
"Senior, have we offended you somehow?" Jiang Cheng cupped his hands and spoke politely as before. He didn't want to make an enemy of Water Lord. Besides, they were exhausted and likely had no strength left to fight.
Wu stood resolutely beside Jiang Cheng, anger on her pretty face. "There's no need to waste your breath. He's after what you're carrying. What a perfect case