The Steam Train continued racing at full speed. The intelligence brought back by the Giant Eagle Knight had cast an even heavier pall over the carriage.
The worst part was that they could not do anything at all right now. That feeling was truly awful.
Zhou Xu spent the entire journey meditating with his eyes closed, mainly sensing the distance.
He continuously spread his Spiritual Power outward, sensing every thread connected to him.
As his Spiritual Power swept over them, the information transmitted through those threads surged into his mind in great waves.
After all, New North District was the birthplace of the State Religion, and the State Religion's headquarters stood at the center of Yuan City, the central city of New North District.
In this region, State Religion believers accounted for as much as ninety-nine percent of the population, which allowed Zhou Xu to obtain an extraordinary amount of information.
As his Spiritual Power swept over the area, the sensation was practically like being bombarded with information.
Fortunately, as his Spiritual Power continued to improve, his brain's processing ability had rapidly increased as well. Otherwise, his brain would probably have crashed by now.
Meanwhile, outside Yuan City...
Saint Roland I stood there in full battle armor, sword in hand, holding a withered head in his other hand.
The moment he realized what the other side intended to do, Shi Lei's expression changed on the spot.
Saint Roland I's face twisted viciously. The single hand gripping the withered head suddenly exerted force, and with the support of his incandescent true qi, the entire withered head was crushed on the spot!
Before the fragments could scatter, the incandescent true qi in Saint Roland I's palm erupted and instantly ground them into dust.
"Let's see if you can still come back to