"Can you at least finish saying what happened before fainting like this? Are we in some melodramatic movie?"
Jin Xu looked at the cultivator, who seemed to resemble a sort of prawn turned spirit, lying unconscious in the hall, and silently complained in his mind.
Then, he extended his Spiritual Sense outside the hall.
At that moment on Youren Island,
a massive fissure running across the island had split it into two halves.
The buildings on the island had been damaged by the recent tremors, with most of them partially collapsed, and a few appeared externally unscathed.
Some unlucky ones, constructed right on top of the crack, were now torn down to just their foundations.
As for the island's residents, some were buried under rubble, while others were flying in the sky, managing escape vehicles, accompanied by family and friends.
