Ouyang Xueqing felt the ground beneath her feet shake violently and Earth seemed like it had come alive with all the tremor. She grasped the huge pillar in her arms tighter, her eyes shone in vigilance and wariness.
Thick dust cooked up a storm, and tens, thousands of footsteps could be heard in a distance, followed by ferocious growls and incoherent groans. Ouyang Xueqing's heart sank to the bottom of the abyss and chills ran down her spine.
She heard Wang Ze shouted nearby, "Qing'er, run!"
But how could she run?
She was holding the last pillar which was pressing down on her father. If she let this go, if she let this pillar fall back down, then Ouyang Chunxia's corpse would be destroyed until it was reduced into a pile of unrecognizable flesh and bones.
Thus, how could she run?