Li Qian could no longer suppress the wry smile on his face.
He looked at Central Beach, which had transformed into a scene of apocalyptic disaster, and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "What kind of rotten luck is this? Why does trouble follow me everywhere I go?"
'Let's see… From the Cloud Mist Mountain incident, to the Lingshui River Reservoir incident, then the Mechanical Desecration Association's attack, and after that the near-disaster on the Flying Ship, and now this… So many things have happened in such a short time,' Li Qian couldn't help but wonder. 'Am I some kind of bad luck magnet?'
"Forget it. No point dwelling on it," Li Qian said helplessly as he stared at the terrifying scene before him.
He had wanted to go and help—and of course, he was curious to witness the battle up close—but considering it was a battlefield for six Emperor-level Pet Beasts, he gave up on the idea.
Going up there now would be no different from serving himself up on a platter.
