Up until now,
he had not seen a single survivor.
"I guess I'll never want to eat a strawberry cake again."
Fat Long followed closely behind Chen Qiu with a slight frown, "This is too tragic, isn't it? The most important thing is that such events happen without any warning, no matter how strong your Cultivation is, you're doomed."
"What if this had just happened on the Jiang Taiping Continent? Would we have ended up like those below, turned into a pile of minced meat?"
"Yes."
Chen Qiu nodded, sighing softly without saying much more; these kinds of incidents couldn't be solved by having high Cultivation. It was fate, and when your fate dictated such an end, no level of Cultivation could help.
It was like some people who could choke to death just by eating or drinking water—when it's your time, it's your time.
