The platform erupted with a cacophony of noise.
Not only the pot-bellied man and the diabetic aunt had their clay figures melt, but many other travelers' clay effigies had dissolved as well.
"When I was slapping together the clay, I didn't slack off even once; I lifted my hands above my head every time!"
"So did I!"
"Could it be that I'm just unlucky?"
The travelers clamored, looking anxiously towards the clay figure monster.
Lin Baici glanced at the Rolex he had found at Dragon Temple. There were six minutes left until the end.
The clay figure monster stopped in its tracks, its gaze as cold and indifferent as that of gods on high observing mere ants, showing not the slightest intention of clearing up the travelers' confusion.
"What's going on here, can you tell us?"
The pot-bellied man bellowed.
"Please keep quiet and don't disturb others!"
The clay figure monster cast a glance his way, speaking in a tone of admonishment.
"Fuck your peace!"
