Fires roared madly.
Under such powerful attacks, the massive Li Mountain bounced as if it were at a rave party—thud, thud, thud.
Hiding in the stone cave, Yang Fan and Mr. Fan, with nowhere to go...
Were also bouncing along.
Each tremor of Li Mountain made the pair sway in unison, the intensity of the shaking leaving them unable to maintain their balance.
Yang Fan anxiously stared at the glimmering, iridescent stone walls.
Could this thing really hold up?
"Old man, why do I feel like we've been abandoned here?" Yang Fan said.
Mr. Fan snorted lightly, "Stay calm. They wouldn't dare do something like that."
"But..." Yang Fan focused on Mr. Fan's face, which despite its age remained remarkably ruddy. "You don't look very calm yourself. Your expression's twisted to the point of grinding your teeth."
Mr. Fan clenched his teeth tightly and squeezed out a response from the corner of his mouth, "I feel sick."
