Novel (2)

Judging from the energy beams and the destroyed buildings, the entire tideviewing city had been reduced to ruins. Not a single intact building was left, and almost all the people in the city had died.

From Zhao Hai's point of view, the two parties involved in this battle were far weaker than cultivators. However, the intensity of the battle between them was definitely not something that a battle between cultivators could compare to.

When it was time to go to bed, Zhao Hai felt a little sleepless. The result of his speculation today had touched him and made him even more determined to draw the painting well.

Zhao Hai spent the night in a half-awake state. The next morning, he woke up on time, but he didn't look too good. It wasn't because he didn't sleep for a night. With his current spiritual power, he would be fine even if he didn't sleep for a few days. He didn't have any dreams last night. He didn't dream of Laura and the others, which was the last thing he wanted.