Charging Toward the Raging Waves!

With the restoration of the crystal communication tower, the wireless communication channels that had just been cut off were connected one after another.

The tactical communication devices that the low-level superhumans carried were projecting a series of messy orange and red alarms.

The sudden rainstorm had disrupted the human formation.

The entire mining area had turned into a water country.

Other than here, there were many places that urgently needed rescue from the superhumans.

The distress signal was an order, and they saw the red information flow that poured down like a waterfall.

The low-level superhumans' wounds were still bleeding, their hands and feet were still trembling, and their veins, which were as thick as earthworms, were still twitching violently under their skin.

Despite all that, they still gritted their teeth and supported each other as they stood up again.

"This is not the time to rest!"