Fierce Blade in the Sky Aims to Sever the Dragon, Solitary Body Fights Iron with Spirit Like a Rainbow

"What are you panicking for?"

Jing Huan drew a deep breath and forced out a sentence through clenched teeth.

His voice was not loud, but every word seemed chiseled from stone, hard and unyielding.

His gaze was locked on the iron beast drawing ever closer, its pitch-black outline and the white steam billowing above its head reflected in his pupils.

"This is a Rail-Car. It's nothing but an iron shell."

It was as if someone had slapped Han Hu on the back; his whole body jolted.

His eyes shifted toward Jing Huan for a glance, then turned back to stare at the iron beast.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and everyone present heard the loud gulp.

"Yes."

Han Hu's voice was rough as sandpaper. "It's an iron shell.

No matter how big it is, it's still just a vehicle. It... it..."

His eyes swept rapidly over the iron beast.

His mind raced.

He needed to find something he could understand, something he recognized, something he could smash to pieces with his bronze batons.

That thing was his anchor. As long as he found it, he could drag himself back from this bottomless terror.

As his gaze roved over it, he found it quickly.

"Look at the wheels!"

Han Hu suddenly pointed at the iron beast, his bronze baton tracing an arc through the dusk toward the row of iron wheels spinning furiously beneath that massive thing.

"A vehicle has wheels.

No matter how big it is, it needs wheels to move.

The wheels are its legs. Break its legs, and it won't be able to stand."

He spoke quickly, as though afraid that if he stopped, he would lose the courage to continue.

"Look, all of you—look carefully!

It has wheels too!

Just like we thought, only there