In an abandoned car processing plant in Xizhu District, the Wanderer and Lin Zheyuan were pinned under several scrap cars.
The Wanderer clutched his shoulder. Despite having activated teleportation, his arm was still bitten off by that guy.
However, the Wanderer wasn't too upset. Instead, he laughed heartily because it meant he had withdrawn from the battle for the Cup of Divine Blood.
"You also got a call from the Mystic Detective earlier; go to the Big Wave Club and tell him about the cicada. Although it's not a Catastrophe Level, it's not something a typical True Sequence can handle. Ask him to prepare."
"What about you?"
"I... I'll rest for a while."
The Wanderer's voice grew weaker, and then he simply lay down on the ground.
Lin Zheyuan was shocked and immediately checked the Wanderer's heartbeat. It was strong, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
