"Lu Lin, only Zhao Futu can help us now."
"He can glimpse the coming of a mudslide, so he should have some way of avoiding the danger, too."
Just as Can Ming was speaking, the spaceship they were in suddenly began to roll violently.
Lu Lin immediately steadied himself on the floor.
No matter how violently the spaceship rolled, he stood as firm as a mountain.
Can Ming was a peak Marshal Level powerhouse, yet his reflexes were a fraction slower than Lu Lin's.
But at that moment, Can Ming had no time to comment on it.
"Zhao Futu! Zhao Futu, are you all right?"
Can Ming shouted.
The spaceship's rolling looked terrifying, but it wasn't particularly dangerous.
It was only a chain reaction caused by waves spreading out before the mudslide appeared.
Lu Lin looked outside through the window. The once pitch-black expanse of space had suddenly filled with a belt made up of celestial bodies, stretching who knew how far and how wide.
All around them, most of the other spaceships were tumbling just like theirs beneath that terrifying force.
Some of the more poorly built ships had even had their outer panels ripped off, twisted, and warped.
"It's here! It's here, Lord Can Ming!"
"What's going on?"
Zhao Futu came out of his room. He wasn't hurt. The man was thick-skinned and tough, so even if his reflexes weren't very quick, he wouldn't be injured.
"The mudslide is here."
Can Ming pointed at the view outside the window.
Zhao Futu turned to look.
His eyes suddenly widened.
"This is a mudslide?"
"No!"
Zhao Futu looked at Lu Lin and Can Ming. "Boss, Lord Can Ming, what I saw was far more than this. There were dozens, even hundreds of mudslides like this, along with countless huge rocks,