Crash...
The scarecrow realized in an instant that something was wrong.
It suddenly retreated from Lu Xin as fast as a madman, wrapping itself around the original cross.
But it immediately felt a surge of mad mental power erupt. It was as if someone had let out a harsh, vicious laugh, then reached over with a hand, gripped a fistful of straw, and viciously dragged it toward the window.
"Chak..."
A sharp roar burst from the straw, and everyone in the world felt it tremble.
In its terror, the scarecrow released all its power.
From the withered, shriveled strands of straw, countless points of light suddenly lit up, illuminating the surrounding night.
They were fireflies flying out of its body, like stars scattered across the pitch-black, chaotic night sky.
Their wings trembled lightly, radiating strange mental fluctuations.
Sss, sss, sss...
The sound of their trembling wings was astonishingly sharp. Sharp whistles interwove across the chaotic plaza, and slashing marks appeared on the scattered stones, the buildings, and the solid-copper statue in the square.
Layer after layer swept over the ground, finally merging into countless mental currents that surged toward Lu Xin.
"Hahahaha..."
Yet faced with those countless blades, Lu Xin laughed wildly.
He leaped onto the roof of the General Administrative Hall, crouching on its vertical wall as if gravity did not exist. An exaggerated smile spread across his face, his pupils pitch-black. Still clutching a handful of straw, he stared at the fireflies dancing before him. His expression held only contempt.
And disdain.
He even waited, waiting for each firefly to shine to its brightest, until their light was almost dazzling.
Then he blew out a breath.
A cold wind instantly swept across the entire plaza.
The densely packed fireflies, bright as stars, countless and brilliant, lost their light