Every time Wang Ran let out a sigh of relief, the apocalypse relentlessly caught up with him, plunging him and Earth into a new major trouble.
"Another apocalypse..."
Wang Ran gripped the doorknob leading to the World Hub, a twist away from opening the portal to discuss the future of the Sea of Worlds with envoys from other hubs. Yet, at that moment, he was silent, standing still.
"The matters of the World Hub must be put aside," Wang Ran's expression gradually became serene, "I need to resolve the crisis on Earth first."
Although his voice was soft, both Anna and Jiu heard him.
Another apocalypse?
Their faces subtly changed; having experienced the crisis of resentment, they knew how disastrous an apocalypse could be, and how tough to handle—Jiu had even been through the Behemoth crisis.
"What happened?" Anna took the initiative to ask, "Is there anything I can help with?"
Wang Ran shook his head gently, "I don't know yet."