"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
The Rolls-Royce sped from the shattered, debris-strewn streets onto increasingly level roads.
Overhead, the eerie Blood Moon had given way to the blazing sun above a deserted, silent city avenue sealed off from traffic.
The scenery on either side swept backward, changing rapidly, while the Rolls-Royce accelerated. Its engine roared louder and louder, as though something invisible were chasing it—or as though it were desperately trying to catch something ahead.
Inside the car, the mood was far more oppressive than before. Nobody spoke; nobody had anything to say. Only the navigation system's mechanical voice echoed amid incessant warning beeps: "You are exceeding the speed limit. The speed limit on this road is sixty. Your speed has exceeded three hundred—"
"You are exceeding the speed limit. The speed limit on this road is sixty. Your speed has reached three hundred and twenty." Amid the navigation system's warnings, Fang Xiaoxia silently kept her foot on the accelerator, pushing the car faster and faster.
As they drew closer to their destination, personnel from the Authorities spotted the lone approaching car along the way. Realizing something had gone wrong, they immediately mobilized and rushed toward the direction it had come from to provide reinforcements.
"That Holy Son hasn't caught up yet, so—"
The Gem Witch clutched her decaying Magic Staff, occasionally turning to look through the rear window. "So Bai Zhou must be holding him back."
6
"He's still alive. He's still fighting that Holy Son!"
Every moment the Holy Son failed to appear meant that man had not yet fallen.
That simple truth brought everyone in the car relief, but also a particularly heavy tangle of emotions.
A life always carried immense weight. People cherished their own lives, yet found it difficult to accept someone else's life being traded for