Seeing his thoughtful expression only made Tang Wulin feel worse.
These gods always seemed to be like this.
What mortals saw as the sky falling and the earth collapsing meant nothing to them.
Outside, people were losing their vitality little by little. The academy had begun organizing an evacuation, and countless places across the continent were falling at once.
Yet the man before him could still remain this calm.
Tang San said, "Getting worked up won't help. Matters at this level aren't yours to handle yet. Rushing in now would accomplish nothing except getting yourself killed."
Tang Wulin stared fixedly at him.
"There it is again."
Tang San frowned.
"What?"
"It's always that I'm still too weak. Always that we'll talk about it later. Always that I don't need to know yet."
Tang Wulin slowly clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.
"But what about the people dying right now? Do they have a later?"
He left his mental world.
Tang Wulin's eyes snapped open, his chest heaving.
The next moment, he punched the wall again and again.
Bang! Bang!
Blood ran down his knuckles, but he seemed unable to feel any pain.
The academy had descended into chaos. Students ran toward the shelters while teachers struggled to maintain order.
"Don't crowd together! Everyone, enter the shelters by class! Don't stay outside!"
A younger student affected by the devouring of vitality collapsed halfway there, and a nearby teacher immediately rushed over to scoop them up.
Someone sobbed as they called home, but no one answered.
Once, twice, three times.
The call interface remained unresponsive.
Tang Wulin could only watch helplessly.
He possessed the Golden Dragon King's Bloodline. He was already stronger than the vast majority of his peers.
Yet at this moment, that strength meant nothing.
Just then,