This land is scarred and battered.
The surrounding hills are completely shattered, and the river, originally a hundred meters wide, has been cut in half and redirected.
The original riverbed collapsed, sand and stones scattered in all directions, revealing a massive circular crater in the ground, riddled with cracks like a spider's web, and at the center of the cracks lay a battered figure.
Qin Zi!
He is embedded into the ground, utterly miserable, and his clothes are in tatters, yet there is something on him that even such a destructive attack cannot break.
Is it his resolve?
No, it's his underpants.
"Haha, so young yet full of tricks. Even when I, myself, took action, you almost managed to escape."
In the sky, a burly, purple-haired middle-aged man looked down at Qin Zi with a smile that was not quite a smile, and there was a hint of admiration on his authoritative face.
"However, almost is still almost. Once I've taken action, there is no room for luck for you."
