The closer Jiang Cheng got to the driver's seat, the more keenly he felt the unease in his heart. That gaunt figure had become his nightmare.
Even Gong Zhe, powerful as he was, had been defeated by the Old President, at the cost of Number One and dozens of high-ranking disciples frozen in ice. That overwhelming strength was an objective fact. Jiang Cheng harbored no illusions; even if Water Lord, River Goddess, and Wen Zhao—all four top-level anomalies—joined forces, they might not be a match for the Old President.
The real deciding factor this time was him, along with the fatso by his side. Jiang Cheng couldn't explain why, but he had a feeling.
He was zero.
The threshold between nothing and something, the place where everything began and ended—another cycle, invisible to the eye.
Steadying himself, Jiang Cheng finally reached the driver's seat. The bluish-gray mist had dispersed, but the next second, he froze.
Through the blurry, broken window, he saw that the rear driver's seat was completely empty.
The Old President was gone!
Even more alarming, he noticed that the old sliding door outside the partially enclosed driver's seat was ajar. As the bus jolted along, the door kept swinging.
Cold sweat instantly soaked Jiang Cheng's back. He realized the Old President hadn't disappeared; it had come out of the driver's seat. It was on this bus right now!
Before Jiang Cheng could turn around to warn the fatso and the others, a tremendous crash rang out. The force of the impact flung him through the air, and he slammed hard into the windshield. Before he could fall, everything spun around him again. In his last moments of consciousness, Jiang Cheng thought they must have crashed—and it seemed... it seemed the bus had gone over a cliff...