Wang Wu didn't know what was happening outside, but the whole land was like soft bread, being crazily kneaded by a pair of invisible giant hands.
The rumbling sound echoed from above to below, then resonated from below to the ground surface.
It lasted for almost a dozen seconds before it quieted down.
"Third brother, what happened? Our way back is gone. Big brother was buried alive, and we've been buried alive too, boo hoo! We're going to die!"
The Little Wild Boar was terrified, shaking like a leaf, on the verge of collapse and despair.
Wang Wu was similarly consumed by enormous fear because he suddenly thought of a possibility.
"Could it be that human race cultivators have already started attacking? This is that kind of big fireball!"
