Buzz, buzz, buzz… The propeller of the seaplane buzzed. The originally calm sea surface was cut open with two white water lines. The seaplane moved faster and faster, gradually rising from the sea surface. The sun was setting now, and the horizon was blood-red, which coated the blue sea with a layer of red. Standing at the seaside, Zhou Yi looked at the plane rushing into the red sky and said with a smile, "Liang Bufan, the God of Army, and Liu Feng, the Yama, lead a group respectively. I do not believe that the Demonic center will survive this time." In March, leaves had already turned green on the Small Leaf Island of Donghai in late winter and early spring. It seemed to be a small desert island with complicated terrains. But there was a ring of buildings in the center of the island. At this time, a six-member team was walking silently on the island. "The person who chose this place i
Read more