Aware of his current disadvantage, Lorenzo released his grip, disappearing into the wind and snow again before Lawrence could arrive.
Standing at the edge of the car roof, endless cold winds swept past both sides of his body. Lawrence remained vigilant, knowing that Lorenzo would not let things end so easily.
The next moment, the Folding Blade pierced through the steel, stabbing up from the roof beneath his feet, nearly piercing through Lawrence's ankle. At that moment, he flipped off the carriage to continue the pursuit.
The car door was already open, and before Lawrence could steady himself, a flickering flame kindled in the darkness.
"That kind of weapon is useless against me."
Lawrence strode into the darkness; under Shangdafeng's foresight and the Demon Hunter's physique, slicing through the speeding Aluminothermic Bomb was no challenge.
Yet in the darkness came Lorenzo's laughter.
"Dean, you're too confident, and excessive confidence is also a weakness."
