A blood-red attack struck the surging waves on the river.
"Boom!"
The instant the vital energy collided with the waves, a deafening blast echoed through the surroundings.
Under the assault of the vital energy, the surging wave lasted only a blink before exploding like a firecracker tossed into water. With an earth-shaking boom, it vanished completely.
"Keep your eyes and ears open! Don't let the waves breach your defenses! Hold on a little longer-we're not far from the exit!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
The disciples surrounding the bus answered one after another.
They guarded its perimeter with practiced ease.
This had already become their daily routine.
More than four months had long since made it a habit.
While they were awake, Qingqing, who possessed the true dragon sequence, would fall into a deep sleep. When she woke, they would return to the bus to rest.
By the time they woke again, Qingqing's sequence ability would be nearing its limit, her mental power heavily depleted. They would then find somewhere that had not been completely submerged and take over guarding the bus, while Qingqing returned inside and fell asleep.
It had been like this for four months. In fact, the beginning had been even harder than it was now, because Qingqing's sequence rank had not yet risen, and their combat strength and cultivation of vital energy had been insufficient.
At least their lives were no longer in danger now. During the first two months, they had teetered on the brink of death every single day.
Back then, it had been nothing like now, when the elderly, the young, and those without much vital energy could still return to the bus.
Two months earlier, that would have been nothing but a pipe dream. Even a little vital energy was still vital energy. Anyone