Upon hearing this, the Ancestral Master chuckled, "Understood!"
He casually tossed down a few more talismans.
Instantly, the wind, which had just stopped, picked up again, sweeping the few people from the nuclear power plant who were trying to escape back into the incoming seawater, giving them a thorough immersion with the supposedly harmless water. Many even swallowed some.
Frightened, they hurriedly induced vomiting, their bodies shaking.
The Ancestral Master sneered.
This country has always been a land of petty people!
He had dealt with them before and had always felt they were no good.
To think that after thousands of years, they had not changed at all.
Their treachery was indeed ingrained in their bones.
"I really hope that one day, the heavens will blow a storm and drown them all."
Ye Lingfeng looked down and said, "That day will come."
Even if it doesn't, he would find a way.
Just wait.