The water and the sky are lined, and the smoke is vast.

The sky is reflected in the oversized body of water, and two equally endless expanses of blue reflect each other, making it impossible for onlookers to tell which is the sky.

This is the nameless Daze, where Wang Hui has lived since he arrived in the New World.

Ripples suddenly rippled on the surface of the mirror-like water, and there were only these slight movements on the entire surface of the water, as if the center of the ripples was the center of the lake.

This is not the case, but it is not far off. The ripples were set off by the Lord of this nameless Daze, and although this is not the center of Daze in the geographical sense, all living creatures living in the water have a consensus - as long as the place where the Lord of Daze is located, it is the center of the water. Because all bodies of water are an extension of its will, it is a part of its arm, in the past long years, countless water tribes have made everyone understand this iron rule at the cost of their lives, and they have all turned into the belly of the lord of Daze, and everything they have has has been swallowed up by it and disappeared. At this point, no water tribe dares to challenge the authority of the lord of Daze, but the lord of Daze is still hunting, abusing and squeezing them unscrupulously, all water tribes can only submit to the obscenity of the lord of Daze, trembling, they have not developed the so-called "goodness", and they follow the natural law of the law of the jungle, and they do not attach much importance to life and death. However, only about 10% of the killings of the Lord of Daze were for predation, and in most cases it was only because he "wanted to see blood", which made the water tribes miserable, but the corpses of the rebels silently reminded them that this thing was the strongest in the water, and they could only hope that one day the tyrant would leave.

And today, it seems, is their lucky day, a wonderful time to make their dreams come true.

A red rat's head slowly emerges in the very center of the ripples.

This rat's head is not much different from the one that Wang Hao rushed into Daze with hideous joy and anger not much time ago, the eyebrows and eyes are still the same, the beard is still the same, the horns are still the same, but the outer edges of the broad ears are gradually becoming like fish fins, and the hair is no longer black and white along the tip of the nose, but the whole is as bright red as a flame, as if the blood of the victims has soaked into his body and dyed his hair this color. And the most obvious is Wang Hao's gaze, his gaze has become bloodthirsty, savage, hideous and cunning, maybe he can still distinguish the color that belongs to the original boy, but after a long time, the boy has already turned into a beast, even if he tries his best to restrain the ferocity in his bones, trying to recall what he used to be, and wants to pretend to be gentle and elegant that does not exist in this world, it is a layer of painting skin that can be broken at the first poke, and it is useless except to bring some psychological comfort to Wang Hao.

It was the only time he had poked his head out of the water since the last time he plunged into the water, and many of the water tribes had guessed what Wang Hao was trying to do, and they forcibly restrained their excitement and joy, and they forgot to even swim, and only looked at the fiery red that was incomparably red in the water.

Wang Yu blinked, he almost forgot the feeling of breathing air, forgetting the appearance of casting light directly from the sky without distorting through the water, even after countless battles, making killing and pain as natural as a heartbeat, it was inevitable that his eyes would be sour when he saw this long-lost scene again.

He had been in the water for too long, so long that he was more familiar with this alien body than his original body, if it weren't for the fact that he was constantly recalling his memories of being a human being in the depths of his mind every moment, and imprinting the faces of his relatives and friends in the depths of his soul, he might have completely abandoned his former identity and hunted desperately every day just for his stomach, so he spent his life in such a mess. Wang Hao had no idea how much time had passed since he came to this world, even though there was still a difference between day and night in this world. There is no sun, moon and stars here, and the light is purely radiated by the heavenly dome during the day, and the night is extremely stiff and directly plunged into the darkness where you can't see your fingers. At first, he didn't have enough time to count days and nights when he went into battle, and even if he noticed light or darkness, it was only to sneak out or seduce enemies, and when he was finally strong enough to no longer have to fight for his life, his sense of time had long since blurred.

However, it must have been a very long time.

Because the ecosphere and food chain in the water have been stabilized.

Wang Hao thought nonchalantly.

The world is a broken product, or rather, a half-finished product. The unknown Creator has shaped the rivers, mountains, and lands, but his design and arrangement of creatures are extremely arbitrary, and so far, including himself, all the creatures that Wang Yu has seen are all composed of various scattered, unrelated, and even conflicting signs, and there is no unity and harmony at all. These already chaotic creatures were stacked together quite randomly, regardless of strength or weakness, regardless of habits, the creator did not arrange a good order for them to survive, and when Wang Hui brought the fight to this world, all life began to follow Wang Hui's rules.

That rule is called the law of the jungle.

The order of life is born out of the chaotic fighting.

The instinctive appeal of all life is continuation, whether it is the continuation of future generations or the continuation of individual existence. After the initial chaotic and long-term fighting, the lives that thought they were not good at fighting began to move away from the battlefield, some evolved larger, some evolved harder, some evolved more insignificant, some evolved more gentle, and those who chose the battlefield and chose to fight as their own mode of existence evolved more dangerous, with sharp teeth and claws, they learned to find their own hunting ground, learned to play to their advantages, no longer muddy, and possessed the cunning and wisdom of wild beasts. Similar lives began to live in groups, and began to breed offspring that could give better play to a certain specialty, and these offspring often did not have so many dissonances, and some lives really embarked on the route of being abandoned by Wang Yu, and bred a huge group to live a collective life. Life has found its place, they are learning, they are evolving.

They even found their own special power like Wang Hao, but they did not deliberately explore and exercise like Wang Hao, and they were often suddenly noticed inadvertently.