Another man came pounding upstairs with a Formation Stone, only to find the already sparsely furnished room in utter disarray. Every table and chair had been smashed to pieces, and the floor was riddled with holes that opened directly onto the floor below. The diners downstairs could still make out black fragments falling into their food from above. After the deafening crashes and bangs, even the staircase began to shake, giving the impression that it might collapse at any moment.
Little Fatty swung the man back and forth with one hand. That was how the holes in the floor had come about. Seeing two more fools courting death, she raised him high with both hands, spun him around several times, then hurled him sideways at the two men in the doorway.
"Ah! Fire!"
"There is indeed a formation in this room." The formation master had sharp eyes and spotted it at once. Almost everything that could be destroyed in the room had been demolished, yet one spot remained perfectly intact. "Right in the northeast corner."
Little Fatty charged, knocking both men downstairs along with her.
Bang-crash!
Dongfang Minghui looked at the devastated room before her with a faint headache. They would probably have to pay a great many spirit stones in compensation later. She could not see what was happening below, only hear the loud commotion. She had just stood up when she saw more people approaching the room.
Mason stood outside the wide-open doorway with two men. After only a moment, he stepped inside. That step seemed to carry tremendous force: not only did the entire room shake, but Dongfang Minghui fell flat on the floor. "Bring that formation master here."
"This is-"
"A freak from the Hilaris tribe," Little Lecher warned her in her soul sea. "Be careful."