Wangjiang, outside the city.
The cold wind howled. Although it was clearly spring, the weather was as bitterly cold as winter under the disordered magnetic field.
The climate was unpredictable, and one torrential rainstorm after another had raised the water levels throughout Wangjiang considerably.
Dense moisture rose into white fog.
Atop the mountain shrouded in mist, beneath the gloomy sky,
two figures stood motionless, as if they had been frozen in place for a long time.
"I originally thought you really had some way to stop me."
Amid the deathly silence, Wu Qing suddenly moved. A pitying smile abruptly appeared on his previously expressionless face.
"Four days and three hours."
"Looks like you're about to reach your limit."
His voice was soft, and his laughter casual, carrying a hint of emotion.
The Xenomorph Emperor could tell that the mysterious man before him, this human, was already about to reach his limit.
Everything had happened both reasonably and strangely.
It was as if his previous guesses and vigilance had placed far too much importance on his opponent.
There was no other reason.
Across from Wu Qing stood Chu An, who had been locked in confrontation here ever since Lin An entered the Xenomorph World. At this moment, his face was deathly pale.
His originally jet-black hair was now streaked with patches of white. His entire body was covered in fine beads of water, and he trembled faintly, almost imperceptibly.
Whenever a cold wind passed, his body swayed. He was like a candle flickering in the wind, liable to go out at any moment.
His once ramrod-straight, soldier-like body had already become somewhat hunched.
His lips were cracked, and his eyes were filled with lifelessness.
A faint Death Intent concealed his vitality.
Aside from his consistently calm expression, Chu An now looked