Kael collapsed to the ground, his golden-furred paws pressing sharply into the soil.
He looked up to see a pink-skinned man shooting down from the sky with his fist positioned for a meteor punch.
Two golden arms aligned with flesh and blood rose into the sky to meet the only skinned man.
*BAM!*
The land sank downward and the various cats flying around rose to the sky.
"He's just tier 7, why the fuck is he still standing?" One of the cats that had just arrived asked with a shocked expression.
By now, four more cats had arrived and joined in. The pressure was mounting on Kael
The once green plains were gone, replaced by jagged rocks and planet-sized landslides.
Some pieces of land had been blasted too high into the sky, and due to their mass and gravity, they started pulling in other earthly bodies, becoming islands unto themselves.
The All-King, proud and saturated with the Law of Wisdom to guide his every action, looked around.
Things were getting bad.
