"What do we do?" Pearl Prince clutched Yue Yang's large hand, screaming as he ran alongside him.
"What do you mean, what do we do? We make do with cold dressing!" Yue Yang had no solution either. The one raging overhead was some unknown great god. When a great god flew into a rage, it was no small matter. No matter how formidable he was, he could not contend with a god; their strength and ranks were simply too far apart. Of course, if they could not win, they could still run. With hands and feet intact, who would stupidly stand there and wait to die?
"But we can't get away at all!" Pearl Prince felt like crying. They had already been locked onto by that divine sense. Could they really escape?
The spot where one finger of that divine hand, whose full form could not be seen, was stabbing down—
Was precisely the Puppet Academy's teleportation gate.
If they reached it, they would probably be crushed into meat paste just in time.
This was not escape. It was more like delivering themselves to their deaths... Yet the most despairing part was that, even knowing hope was slim, cruel reality still forced people to take a gamble. Even knowing that running ahead meant death, they had no choice but to steel themselves and press forward. That was life's greatest sorrow!
The enormous divine hand pressed down at Lightning Speed. Its fingertip, larger than a mountain peak, rubbed violently against the atmosphere as it plummeted.
Blazing waves of Flame ignited.
The fingertip glowed red from the heat.
From time to time, tiny fragments peeled away from it, turning into a meteor shower that scattered like flowers cast by celestial maidens, falling toward the earth alongside the divine hand at ever-increasing speed.