Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 780 - 777: Waves Rising and Falling

The branched lightning from the clouds was a charge of trumpet, splitting the sky so bright as daylight, even causing a white flash to streak across the live stream.

It meant that the recent lightning was extremely close, perhaps even striking the nearby sea.

The downpour fell abruptly, instantly shaking in the wind and rain.

The drone, like a nimble hawk, shuttled through the storm, performing at its utmost, capturing everything with stability and clarity.

But without night vision mode, the screen was too dark, oppressively dark.

Many viewers had to get up to turn off their lights or pull the curtains to block the sunlight, their pupils fixed on the screen.

Raindrops fell rapidly from the sky, even causing a slight pain when they hit the skin; heavy and fast, they splashed onto the water, even stirring up spray, creating a mist of white.

Another lightning bolt took root in the clouds, and within just a dozen seconds, a fog of rain spread over the sea.

The humidity in the air suddenly increased, clothes sticking to the skin, and the astonishing heat taken away by the howling wind, letting the cold creep up the spine, bringing a bone-chilling pain.

Bi Fang breathed deeply, nerves tightly wound.

Calm seas are what sailors hope to see the most when sailing.

However, Nature was bound to change incessantly, and adverse weather could catch a ship in transit off guard.

Even modern ships cannot be careless in the face of a storm, as the slightest negligence could lead to fatal danger.

The advancement of technology has enabled humans to accurately control weather changes, avoiding many unnecessary risks and bad weather.

The phenomenon of "a cargo ship sailing proudly through rolling clouds and high winds" was not common.

[It's too dark, too dark, can someone turn on a light]

[I'm shivering now, is this normal? Can someone tell me!!]

[It's normal, because I'm shivering too!]

[Damn, when the lightning lit up, I really worried something would suddenly spring up from under the sea!]

In the vast Pacific Ocean, towering waves surrounded on all sides.

I could see nothing, each wave eight or nine meters high, taller than a three-story building.

Bi Fang clung to the rope, pressing closely against the canoe, the sea transformed into a piece of continuously trembling satin fabric. Nobody knew if their remaining spot would suddenly bulge up, then abruptly deflate, only for a big wave to surge from the front.

Lightning became the only light, illuminating "small hills" on the ocean that appeared and disappeared within seconds.

The "hills" piled upon each other, alternately lit and darkened by successive lightning flashes, feeling surrounded on all sides.

The canoe was like a leaf bobbing on the ocean's surface, at any moment at risk of being engulfed by a monstrous wave.

The viewers' emotions rode the world's most thrilling roller coaster, rising and falling with the canoe.

Fear, excitement, terror.

A complex weave of emotions intertwined, creating a unique and powerful sensory thrill!

Adrenaline secreted non-stop under the thundering lightning, the whole body entering a state of shivering as if electrified.

[I can't take it anymore, I knew older people should go to bed early and not watch this stuff]

[Can we really get through this?]

[If it gets smashed, it won't be a disaster, right?]

[You can choose to believe in Master Fang, or choose to believe in Master Fang.]

[Just watch and be done with it, then praise Nature, revere the gods!]

The movie-like epic scenes shocked to the core, no one knew how such quality was filmed.

Live streaming is all about real-time, same screen!

Only on such a basis, can it achieve a level of empathy that other forms of media cannot!

Empathy!

This is the greatest feature of live streaming, its most powerful charm!

This is reality, life, the most authentic corner of the world.

There were no rehearsals, no script—no one knew what would happen next.

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room skyrocketed, with many rushing over immediately after receiving a system prompt, easily breaking the ten million mark.

Such a level of viewership was as simple as eating and drinking for Bi Fang.

Despite the terrifying number of viewers, the barrage of comments was eerily minimal.

Because most people were holding their breath, they simply had no time to think.

Seen from high above, the world was only black and white, the black sea, and white waves.

It was a very simple ink painting, yet it brewed a terrifying menace.

The pitch-dark ocean hollowed out, resembling a deep abyssal maw, swallowing the canoe.

Darkness is the deepest fear, with no one knowing what lies beneath the ocean.

From a first-person perspective, however, wave after wave of giant waves crashed down.

It was simply suffocating, and no one could imagine what Bi Fang was feeling at the moment.

The magnanimity of a great hero?

The bravery of an adventurer?

The piety of a martyr?

Or even... the common fear shared by all living beings?

The audience couldn't know, but one thing was certain: at that moment, in that place, Bi Fang was utterly fearless.

Undoubtedly, this was yet another spectacular epic of a man's struggle against nature.

Bi Fang felt terrible at that moment.

In the Atlantic, at least he had the tent on the lifeboat to shelter him from the wind and rain.

Now, he only had a piece of canvas, which couldn't stop the seawater at all.

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He could feel his entire body soaked, the fierce wind blowing, rapidly evaporating the moisture, then getting soaked again, over and over.

It was like a layer of frost formed on his back, both heavy and thick.

Bi Fang's heart raced, fearing this might be a sign of hypothermia.

No one knew how long the storm would last.

...…

Liang Yu didn't know when he had fallen asleep last night, perhaps at three o'clock in the morning? Or maybe four o'clock, or even later?

It seemed there were faint signs of dawn, so perhaps it was around five o'clock...

It was too late to attend class, but fortunately, he only had one lecture in the morning with a professor who didn't call the roll.

Looking at the sun that was clearly in the afternoon sky, Liang Yu, nursing a headache, rubbed his head and after a moment of silence, suddenly jumped out of bed.

"That's right, has the storm stopped now!"

Bi Fang's live stream had been so gripping that Liang Yu had stayed up unusually late, watching until his phone ran out of battery and he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer.

Listening to the snores of his roommate at this very moment, Liang Yu knew that his roommate had definitely stayed up late to watch the broadcast just like him, probably even later.

Without waking his roommate in tacit understanding, Liang Yu cautiously got out of bed and plugged in the charger.

Once his phone booted up and unlocked, Liang Yu opened the live stream right away, but found that the host wasn't broadcasting.

"What's going on?"

Liang Yu was stunned; he couldn't wait to scroll through the comment section for an answer and finally let out a sigh of relief after a long while.

Thankfully, the storm had passed.

It was a close call without danger.

"As expected of Master Fang!"