An Qingyu fixed his gaze on the domain surrounding him. A faint glimmer rose in his gray eyes, as though he were analyzing something.
Shen Qingzhu naturally knew his ability and had no intention of giving him the time. With a raised hand, a pair of gray arms extended from the ground beneath their feet and tightly seized An Qingyu's ankles.
At the same time, countless arms spread from those two arms, wildly crawling across An Qingyu's body. They surged together like innumerable miniature wings, swallowing him whole in an instant.
Under Shen Qingzhu's control, the arms wrapped themselves into a cocoon, trapping An Qingyu tightly within. But in the next moment, the arms began to twist violently from the inside!
The arms were visibly deconstructed, reassembled into translucent glass, then hardened and solidified. As a pale hand pressed against the glass from within, the entire cocoon exploded with a roar!
A black shadow shot out from within!
Shen Qingzhu showed no change in expression. He removed the burning cigarette from the corner of his mouth and gave it a light flick.
A spark fell to the ground in the deathly still gray-white world. All the air instantly ignited, and a towering wall of flame hundreds of meters long surged skyward before him, engulfing the black shadow without a trace.
But as the figure's gaze within the flames froze, the wall of fire eerily shattered into gray rain that drifted down across the ruins.
"So this is the power of the Gate of Truth..." Shen Qingzhu's expression grew grave at the sight of this impossible scene.
An Qingyu drifted lightly down from the gray rain, only to hear the roar of motorcycle engines by his ear. Turning his head, he saw several half-wrecked motorcycles speeding toward him. Most bizarrely, no