990 Avatar of the Spirit Lord

The world was shaking. Vigilante A, Zhi Nan, and Black Robe had taken to the air by the time the earthquake took place. 

The stone house beneath them held up for a while afore it crumbled, evoking a keen sense of sadness.

The once verdant and breathing wilderness now reeked of death and destruction.

Molten lava sprung from beneath, gobbling up everything in its wake.

The sky-high torrent of a tsunami swept over mountains and land.

Those lucky greenskins who survived were tossed about on the great waters.

"Look at how swift destruction wipes out development. May the compassionate Buddha bless the newborns. I wonder how many would survive in such a catastrophe." Zhi Nan joined his palms together, his eyes imbued with poignancy.

"Be grateful that it didn't happen on Earth, or more people will die," Fang Ning mumbled.

He said this within the System Space, of course. Zhi Nan did not hear it.