He had just closed the main gate when Qiu Luoye, outside the barrier, slammed into it in a fury.
Li Banfeng was thrown into the air, flying a good distance before landing heavily on the ground, his leg broken.
"Damn it! That old dog Shui Yongquan only knows how to use this lousy thing!" Qiu Luoye had also hit it rather hard this time and felt a bit dizzy.
CREEEAAAK...
The two panels of the gate parted again, opening nearly two feet.
It's about to reach three feet...
Someone needed to hold the gate, or the Waterfall Gate would open faster and wider.
Li Banfeng hadn't expected this. He'd thought that erecting the Waterfall Gate meant success.
He hadn't expected holding the gate to be this difficult.
The Month Plate lay in the grass, its clock showing 5:18.
Two more minutes.
What can I use to hold it for two minutes?
There's no hope.
It's all over...
「...」
WHOOSH...
Inside the Portable Residence, the Phonograph's hum was as faint as a thread.
