The small world shook continuously for a few days.
When it stopped, Sui Xiong looked towards the small world and saw that there was no sky or land, no air or water, but a chaotic situation. He couldn't make out left, right, south, east, north, west. He couldn't find anything besides chaos.
"What the heck! I went overboard!"
He sighed and thought he was living a tough life. After spending a few years' time, going through so much trouble, fighting countless battles, expending sweat and blood, killing uncountable brain cells, he finally dragged the small world from the middle to the surface of the Abyss. In the end, he accidentally ruined the spoils of war that he fought for with his hard work...
"Such itchy hands! Itchy hands!" He then slapped his tentacles angrily as though he were crazy.
"What are you doing?" The God of Justice couldn't bear to see him acting like that. He stopped him. "Why are you hitting yourself out of nowhere?"
