As Han Su urgently prepared to run his spear through the Ghost Truck, the vehicle went berserk too.
What kind of bad luck had it run into? A madman who feared no death had climbed onto its body and was wreaking havoc?
The invisible fear and the trouble it couldn't shake had made it act like a mad bull, careening around in the thick fog, trying to throw Han Su off the roof. But Han Su pushed his control over his body and his reflexes to the limit.
His left hand clamped onto the Ghost Truck like a pair of iron pliers, while his body swayed with the vehicle, resisting the centrifugal force.
To Xu Ji, watching from the side, Han Su looked like a crazed knight trying to tame a wild horse.
"Woooo..."
The wind howled and tore around them. Vague panic and countless cries seeped into their ears.
The Ghost Truck's fear and agitation affected the Tiger Wraiths nearby. They swarmed toward it, climbed aboard, and clung all over the truck, crowding toward Han Su as they reached out their deathly pale claws.
"It's time..."
But Han Su couldn't spare any attention for them now.
Blood from his right eye streamed over most of his face, and a fierce determination showed in his expression.
The Ghost Truck was massive, with an incredibly thick shell. Melting through its outer layer had already consumed too much of his Mental Power.
But at least he had finally broken through.
Through his blurred vision, he could see a bizarre thing beneath the half-melted sheet metal: a metal engine combined with some unknown flesh and a mass of human hearts.
It looked as if a machine were running, yet the hearts pounded wildly, pumping a substance like blood through various pipes with force.