Not just that.
The vast and oppressive aura of Ancient Times blanketed the sky and earth, like a black cloud devouring the heavens, enveloping them completely. It felt as if the entire world was collapsing under the godlike majesty, trembling, on the brink of ruin.
What flickered briefly in the headlight's beam was the terrifying silhouette of a figure.
A noble Qilin Horn crowning the head, a jagged Ink Jade Mask protruding from the bones, and pitch-black Dragon Scales shifting and shimmering.
Those burning golden vertical pupils resembled blazing suns.
No!
It was someone bathed entirely in golden flames—like a god descended!
Crunch!
The car door was forcibly torn off.
From the popped-out airbag, Li Xun struggled to rise, pulling out the Alchemy Pistol and firing frantically!
Bam-bam-bam-bam!
The bullets seemed to hit their mark but sounded like steel being struck.
