The Man Of The Olympics

"Quick! To the basement!" Lin Sanjiu yelled.

Her voice was instantly overpowered by the howling gale and the squeal of the wooden house. The entire room, including the blanket of darkness, had suddenly grown long as if something was sucking them in.

"Why is the dimensional rift here so soon?"

Qing Jiuliu pushed the wheelchair with one of his hands while using his the other hand to claw at the wall as he made his way towards the door. The wind wasn't that strong, so only Magus' golden hair floated in the air while her body was still sitting on the wheelchair, but that wasn't the case for the grand prize as he had the lightest weight. He took two steps, and he was on the verge of getting sucked in.

"How should I know?" Lin Sanjiu replied loudly. Then, something came to her mind, and she shouted again, "This damn thing can shift places!"