The Horizon Team had gone numb.
First there were [Those Without a Home], and now there was Panshi Star.
Faced with the choice between being teachers and being friends, Hold Up the Heavens had chosen not to be human-and were hurtling down that road at full speed.
Aside from choking on a mouthful of speechless exhaust, all they had left was the burning urge to catch up and beat them senseless.
Wei Changming's mouth twitched nonstop. "Fuck, so that's how you're playing it? Creating Calamities, dragging worlds around, elbowing our healthy psyches every damn time. You really think we can't do anything about it?"
He rolled up his sleeves and looked around, his chest heaving.
"Team, let's get them!"
The other five looked at their captain like he was an idiot. Why get so worked up? Challenging them now would just be asking for a beating.
All five spoke in unison. "Can we have a reliable plan?"
Jonathan and the others were utterly flabbergasted. When it came to madness, Horizon was every bit their equal, if not worse.
After seeing that enormous gap, their first reaction wasn't helplessness, but anger and a desire to beat the other side up. Was that right?
Ximier had already settled down, and even her eyes looked much clearer. Despite possessing a little of [Rotten-Clothes Lady]'s power, she no longer had her earlier arrogance.
Before Great Xia's Hold Up the Heavens, these things were nothing but side dishes. No, not even side dishes-just a clove of garlic.
"Wait, listen," Guan Xiaomei reminded them.
Everyone's attention returned to the big screen.
Narrator was already floating on air with delight, so immersed in his own art that he could no longer pull himself free or tell heaven from earth.
"As you can all see, our guest stars