They exchanged glances, both reading terror in each other's eyes.
"The earthquake hasn't stopped!"
"This stronghold is about to collapse!"
The Esoteric Religion geniuses hurriedly stood up and raced towards the spatial entrance; if they were not careful, they would be buried in the collapsing space, their spirits and flesh ground to dust, never to be revived. Amidst the heaven-shattering and earth-breaking chaos, large chunks of the firmament fell.
As everyone frantically fled for their lives, only the old priest in charge of this base remained motionless.
He revealed a smile of utter hopelessness.
He had put tremendous effort into establishing this chaotic base, using materials and labor that far exceeded that of the previous painful stronghold, even custom-fitting it with three Fire Extinguishing Formations, convinced that everything would be fail-safe, yet it still collapsed!
