Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food Chapter 1128 - 472: Water God Sect Invasion

Liang Yuan knew well that too much talk invites trouble, so he kept his words minimal.

Exchanging only a handful of casual phrases during the journey, their boat soon docked at the Water God Sect's warship.

The pair seized the rope ladder and climbed aboard the warship with agility.

This warship featured a striking black and blue design.

Its expansive sails fluttered, displaying the emblem of three blue tidal waves.

At the prow stood a towering inverted cross entwined in a triple spiral.

These markings clearly represented the Water God Sect's insignia.

Once on board, guided by the towering envoy, Liang Yuan stepped onto the deck.

A chamber on the deck held a cluster of blue-robed figures assembled together.

Heading them was a imposing blue-robed individual masked like the rest.

Numerous blue-robed members displayed a ghostly fluorescent green glow in their gazes.

Liang Yuan watched the gathering in silence.

He slipped on the Spiritual Ability Glasses discreetly and scanned their power levels.

The view left him deeply startled.

Every blue-robed person there turned out to be Gene Species Level powerhouses!

Yet their Main Attributes hovered mostly between 50-60 points, though some surpassed 60.

The mightiest was their blue-robed commander.

This leader's Main Attribute hit roughly 65 points!

Shock gripped Liang Yuan; with this might, conquering Yangshan would prove effortless.

A fresh wave of pressure surged within him.

Yangshan's forces were advancing in strength far too sluggishly.

"Everyone, per the Eternal Ark's decree, Spirit Jade Island faces total destruction."

"This chance for our Drowning Spirit Guard clue cannot escape us again, no matter what!"

"Relay my command: advance at maximum speed!"

"Yes!"

...

"What's the latest on Yangshan?"

About ten kilometers from Yangshan on the water, three massive vessels floated anchored.

Clad fully in blue-black hues, their banners waved the triple tidal emblem.

Were Liang Yuan present, he'd instantly identify them as Water God Sect flags.

On the flagship's deck, a Scale Armor-clad man with a mask gripped a monocular, peering toward Yangshan as he asked.

A fellow masked subordinate bowed behind him and reported, "Sir, Yangshan's defenses have noticeably tightened; the virus appears active now."

"Oh? Virus active, but no chaos yet?"

"Correct, our infiltrators are inside preaching already."

The Scale Armor man lowered his telescope, nodding faintly: "Yangshan's occupants aren't mere disorganized mobs; they've got real skill."

"Dispatch the order: urge the missionary squad to accelerate; spark Yangshan's inner strife swiftly."

"Yes!"

...

Within a folded space.

Ripples like water waves occasionally shimmered across the sky above.

Curiously, no downpour raged in this realm.

A broad expanse of water stretched before them, swallowing numerous structures.

Yet farther out, solid ground persisted.

Those edifices sat merely a dozen meters underwater.

Abruptly, a patch of water surface warped faintly.

A tear in space promptly emerged.

Soon, a bloody fog swiftly poured through.

Then, multiple silhouettes darted out.

The group passed through the Spatial Rift, plunging straight into the waves.

They promptly soared skyward, departing the water swiftly.

Li Qinghua emerged last, and the rift sealed shut instantly.

"We're through!"

"A folded space truly exists here!"

"It's pitch black inside!"

Voices rose in quick succession.

Li Xiangyang lifted his palm, summoning a glow that illuminated the area.

His action instantly provoked a sharp rebuke from Ding Yan.

"Extinguish it now!"

Li Xiangyang flinched and clenched his fist, snuffing the light.

Zhang Rongrong queried, "What's the issue?"

Ding Yan growled lowly: "Total darkness here makes your light a glaring beacon!"

Li Qinghua chimed in: "Captain Ding speaks true; reserve it for dire need only."

"So what's our plan? Visibility's zero."

Darkness enveloped them, broken only by lapping waves and whispering winds.

Li Qinghua stated: "This Space Folding zone connects to the outer world, not fully sealed; light filters in."

"Nightfall means we hunker down till morning."

The team agreed with nods.

They dashed over the water surface, soon spotting a lofty structure rising from the depths.

Excitement flared as they rushed inside.

Firm footing beneath banished the watery unease, bolstering their confidence.

Li Xiangyang ventured, "Light now, perhaps?"

Ding Yan assented: "Building interior feels secure."

Li Xiangyang thrust out his hand, igniting his Superpower anew.

Beams lit the passageway.

Revealing countless skeletons littering the hall, stripped to bare bones.

Zhang Rongrong murmured, "Folks dwelled here once."

Li Qinghua affirmed, "Naturally. Space folding merely crumples existing space, not conjuring new realms."

"This was part of the real world before."

"Hunt for hints," Old Ge proposed.

They pried open a nearby door, hit by a stale odor.

Breaths held, they combed the space.

Xia Ming soon spotted a lead on the entryway delivery crate.

"Found it—this is Fenghua Garden in Technology City."

"Fenghua Garden? Right here!" Li Xiangyang burst out.

"I know that spot; New District's prime medical hub. Space Folding here?" Zhang Rongrong gasped.

As Linjiang natives, both knew the city's layout cold, no map required.

Li Qinghua noted, "Unclear how vast this folded space stretches or if survivors linger."

"Folded away from rains, floods here milder than outside—survivors likely," Xia Ming reasoned.

But silent Zhou Qingming shook his head: "Uncertain; Genetic Species Level mutant beasts prowl."

"No haste—rest tonight, scout at dawn's light."

...

"Cough, cough... Mom, I'm burning up."

In Yangshan's Floating Bridge Port wooden hut.

Lin Qiao panted raggedly, cheeks blazing red, drenched in perspiration.

Her mother's eyes brimmed crimson, face etched with dread.

"Child, are you infected?"

Lin Qiao paled in terror, pleading, "What do we do?"

"I'll fetch Dr. Yang!"

Her mother bolted up and out, only to spot neighbor Granny Zhang emerging.

Noting the frantic look, Granny Zhang's eyes gleamed slyly, calling, "Lin Qiao's mom, why the panic?"

The mother blurted, "Qiaoqiao shows infection signs; heading to Dr. Yang."

Granny Zhang clutched her arm: "Hold on, mad? Dr. Yang's crew handles quarantine hordes daily—didn't you hear?"

"You go, you catch it too."

"Plus, is it truly the virus? Don't doom her over a simple fever."

Her advice halted the mother, who countered, "But Qiaoqiao's heat persists, symptoms match infection."

Granny Zhang sighed, "You're inexperienced with kids."

"Watch two days at least; might be ordinary cold."

"But..."

"Let me check; I nursed at the clinic young. Keep quiet—I skip quarantine at my age."

Joy lit the mother's face: "You treat sicknesses?"

Granny Zhang grinned enigmatically, "Show me your girl."

The mother guided her inside hastily.

Granny Zhang eyed bedridden Lin Qiao, feigned examination, then murmured, "Virus-like indeed, but I've an instant cure—keep it secret."

Lin Qiao pressed, "What cure? Why hide it?"

"Hush, it's superstitious; patrols forbid it."

"Ah? Superstitious?" The mother eyed her skeptically.

Granny Zhang leaned close: "We've taken to deity worship lately—works wonders, shields perfectly."

"This..."

"Disbelieve? Off to isolation then."

Terror struck the mother—fearing false alarm sending her child to viral doom.

Desperate, she relented: "Tell me; I'll trust it."

Granny Zhang beamed softly: "Water God faith; floods punish man's sins."

"Yangshan's calm now, but rains persist, waters rise inevitably."

"Submersion looms; Water God belief saves."

"No use explaining more."

"Virus punishes us sinners."

"Devout prayer earns safeguard."

"Here's Water God talisman; ash it, mix in water for her drink—cure assured."

"This..."

Hesitation clouded the mother's face, cure dubious.

But Granny Zhang urged, "Foolish? No harm in trying—for your girl!"

She yielded, nodding to test it.

Worse case, seek Dr. Yang after.

She lit the paper talisman, reducing it to ash.

Stirred into water, fed gently to her daughter.

The girl gulped the brew dazedly; soon sweats ebbed.

Burning brow cooled steadily.

A soft water-blue radiance cloaked her form.

Granny Zhang gasped, "Miracle! Water God pities!"

"Heavens, Water God, grant the child wellness."

She dropped to knees, prostrating before the glow over the bed.

The mother, thrilled yet awed, knelt too, praying fervently.

"Thanks Water God, thanks Water God," she repeated.

Prostrated, Granny Zhang smirked oddly.

Identical scenes unfolded across Yangshan spots.

Water God Sect seized the virus outbreak.

Exploiting fears, they sowed tales of Water God doom.

Initiating full incursion into Yangshan, launching base-level conversion.