On that massive island, the ruins erupted with blazing golden light, akin to the brilliance bursting forth from a polar night, except it was a magnificent gold, as if an ancient fairyland was opening its gates to the mortal realm.
With a deafening roar, the heavy armored vehicle sped toward the golden light's source.
Gu Jianlin struggled to maintain his balance and had no choice but to stab his blade into the metal plate on the roof to stabilize himself forcibly: "I didn't study the Sunflower Manual. This is the effect of my Mythical Weapon—it just looks a bit more handsome."
In contrast, Moon Princess resembled a martial arts master, casually crouching on the vehicle's roof with ease. She reached out to touch his body, her eyes filled with doubt as she remarked, "So hard, and without warmth. No breathing or heartbeat—is this really a shadow? What kind of technique is this to transform you into the Ghost Slayer Path?"
