Undoubtedly, Wang had crashed and burned once again.
The final scene was too bizarre, and the sudden appearance of that other guy was so absurd that Wang completely forgot he had a more important task to complete and missed the last chance to strengthen his cabin.
Forty minutes had passed, and a terrifying vortex appeared in the sky like a colossal shadow. The powerful air current shredded everything nearby and reduced it all to the most basic matter before absorbing it into the center of the vortex.
Seeing this, the audience in the live stream were as overjoyed as if it were New Year's.
"Mod, play 'Good Luck Comes'! If you don't have it, I'll sing it myself."
"We're all friends here, no need to start singing. You can sing to Wang when nobody else is around."
"Although it's not nice to revel in someone else's misfortune, I can't help but be happy when I see Wang screw up."
"Does anyone have an electronic wooden fish? I need to knock on it."
