SCREECH!
A piercing screech of brakes rang out.
Chu Feng opened the car door and stepped out, efficiently carrying a wandering soul with him.
SLAM! The car door shut.
Looking at the wandering soul in his hand, its Soul Body faint, Chu Feng snorted impatiently.
"Courting death!"
His five fingers suddenly clenched tight, and countless ashes instantly slipped from his grasp.
Brushing off the remaining ashes from his hand and sniffing the faint scent of sulfur in the air, Chu Feng's gaze locked onto the huge black hole in the distant sky.
So many days have passed; where could those Hell Creatures that escaped have gone?
Remembering the Demons that had slipped away, Chu Feng shook his head. The lives of American citizens are about to get much more exciting, he thought.
"Never mind that, time to get to work!"
