I'm Really A Newcomer

It's raining half of the sky.

The old dust from the imperial palace ruins was washed away, and the dead red cherry blossoms on the ground looked a little wilted after being covered by the mixed sewage.

Yuanliu Ying wiped the water mist all over his face, and the water droplets fell from the corner of his strong jaw.

The halo of the ancient tomb jade became divergent and hazy in the dense rain.

Amagiri climbed up shakily from the half-covered grave, but before the embarrassed old man could stand firm, Genryu Hotaru grabbed Amaguru's collar and fell from the sky from the mountain where Nagasaki Imperial Palace was located.

Heavy rain poured down, a brilliant lightning flashed across the sky, and meteors fell above the feasting and feasting cherry trees.

The world was wet and wrinkled, and a neon-lit skyscraper was razed to the ground after being penetrated by the impact of the two people.

The scattered dust and soil were smashed by the torrential rain, and the human blood of the entire building flowed out from the cracks in the ruined walls. The soil mixed with rain and blood was messy and muddy, and Tianwulong was choked by a stream of fireflies on the mottled cracked wall, and the sewage water It fell along the raised eaves and landed on his dry lips, while chaotic wails circled around him.

Ke Yuanliuying seemed not to hear it, and hit Tianwulong's old face and body with an indestructible fist.

The old man's broken bones seemed to be burned by red flames, but his soul was extinguished by the heavy rain.

Heavy rain outlined Tian Wulong's body, and the puddles on the ground rippled violently.

Schools of fish all over the sky stirred whirlpools along with the ocean-like rain, and the dark world seemed to be tinged with a shimmering dark blue.

The stranded old man gradually recovered from the turbulent waves. He pushed Yuan Liuying's body, and the space rippled with waves.

Tian Wulong spoke eloquently, and the giant shark shaking its huge tailbone smashed into the tall building and swallowed up Yuanyu Ying's body in an instant.

Evergreens roared with alarms, and millions of humans fled toward the edge of the city in panic.

The giant bone arowana was instantly annihilated under the cold black sword light, and Yuanliu Ying held it high and stopped slashing downwards.

Waves of light and darkness surged around Tian Wulong, with cold bones covering his body, and a huge arowana shining with the bright sun rushed towards the Jinghong Daoguang above his head.

…

Tian Wulong took advantage of the heavy rain to soar in the sky of Yongzao City, and countless embodied ghosts stretched out their ugly hands to grasp the old man's ankle.

Countless schools of fish collided with Yuan Liuying's sword light covered with cold white soul and dispersed.

As a long-famous Ninth Leveler, Tian Wulong's understanding is actually much higher than that of Yuanliu Ying.

But no matter how hard the rain falls, it will never be as good as Wang Hai, and Tian Wulong will not be able to display his true potential.

Tian Wulong fell helplessly from the sky under the drag of [Grave].

…

The black warrior stepped out of the pouring rain, and the entire twisted street lamp flickered with faint light.

Tian Wulong stretched out his hand tremblingly, and endless waves rushed out towards the ghostly figure in front of him.

The dilapidated streets ebb and flow.

…

"Thank you." Tian Wulong looked up at the shadow in the sky.

The black soil imprisoned his body like a chain.

The old man's body became stiff and his face gradually faded.

Because of this rain, at least Tian Wulong can die proudly.

Withstanding the huge pressure, a blazing sword light came along.

The dreamy ocean is just an illusion after all, and the whole world is still gray after being broken like a mirror.

The scattered stone slabs were suddenly covered with a layer of blood that was immediately washed away. Qie Zhi, who had cut his neck, greedily sucked the ownerless blood.

Yuanliu Ying spit out a mouthful of thick black blood, and her whole body was spinning and she was a little unsteady.

…

After the dead silence, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes approached silently from a distance with a black umbrella.

The man wanted to hold an umbrella for Hotaru Minamoto, but he interrupted.

"As expected of a general." The man lowered his head in reverence and said.

"Have you removed everything?" Yuan Liuying put the sword back into its sheath.

"The conservatives of the Fishermen's Association have disappeared from this world, it's just..."

"only?"

Yuanyu Ying's eyes were as dark as the sky at this moment.

"Miss Yao happened to go to the Yue Clan as an exchange student to escape this encirclement and suppression." The man said shamefully.

"You know whether you are lucky or not." Genliu Ying said softly, "It won't be the same next time."

He glanced at the headless, rickety corpse on the ground. The black clothes were already somewhat tattered after several impacts.

"Sakurajima will enter a wartime state next."

"As for you..."

"From now on you will be the president of the Fishermen's Association."

The rain continued to fall, and Yuanliuying picked up the storage crystal left by Tianwulong and disappeared into the vast rain curtain.

…

The last ninth-level fisherman in Jiuchuan died.

…

Sakurajima’s last fishing enthusiast dies.

The raging tsunami hits the steep rocks, and the whirlpool of the next miracle is brewing over and over again in the depths of the sea.

…

Ash ruins.

This black land is smoking.

The cracks in the soil are intertwined, like an overwhelming net.

The majestic flames swayed in the cracks, and the ashes were burned hot.

The thin young man dragged a huge adult embers-eating beast and walked slowly amid the indirect sparks.