"Ah!!"
Liu Xiaotang felt like she had turned into a drifting duckweed, originally floating in a calm small lake. But suddenly this small lake transformed into a vast ocean, with stormy waves throwing her to the crest of the wave and then submerging her to the seabed.
Liu Xiaotang could no longer discern east from west, and couldn't help but let out a series of miserable cries.
She used to hear from the elders that one must not defy the divine, for their power could destroy the world.
Now, she finally understood that these words weren't spoken lightly!
This world-destroying power before her eyes, who else could wield it if not the divine?
Liu Xiaotang felt like an ant, being effortlessly manipulated by the divine.
Her whole body ached as if it was about to explode the next second, and she could only cry out loudly:
"Master!"
In the next moment, a calm and aloof voice sounded in her ear:
"Is that so?"
