Odin Descends

"Bang!"

A heavier, muffled thud echoed from the roof of the car, as if something massive had slammed down, causing the entire chassis of the Maybach to sink slightly.

Immediately after, the sound of tearing metal spread across the roof; those dark shadows were attempting to rip through the steel plating.

Hearing this cacophony, Chu Zihang felt his breathing turn ragged, his mind going completely blank.

The situation was dire. Chu Tianjiao said with grave solemnity, "Zihang, fasten your seatbelt. No matter what happens, hold onto the grab handle, don't let go, and don't look at the rearview mirror again."

Chu Zihang's fingers dug fiercely into the handle on the door. He forced himself to stare straight ahead, yet the corner of his eye could not fully avoid the sight outside the side window.

More and more dark shadows were piling up on the car body like a human pyramid, layer upon layer, writhing with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Beside him, Lu Mingfei maintained his somewhat lazy posture, but his smile grew wider, shifting from disdain to anticipation.

"Dad, they're going to get in."

Chu Zihang finally couldn't help but growl.

He saw the window glass on his side beginning to develop spiderweb-like cracks under the frantic pressure of the shadows.

Clearly, the automotive glass would not hold for much longer.

"Sit tight."

Chu Tianjiao barked a command. He slammed the steering wheel, and the massive Maybach performed a thrilling drift on the elevated road, momentarily shaking off the shadows clinging to one side.

But it was to no avail; more shadows swarmed up.

Next, something even more despairing happened to Chu Zihang.

He realized how long his father had been driving at breakneck speed, yet this stretch of elevated road seemed endless, as if they had made no progress at all.

Not only that, but the darkness crawling ahead had been replaced by a scene resembling a silver ocean.

At this moment, Chu Tianjiao pulled a katana from the car door. As the blade slid from its scabbard, the light patterns rippling across it were like autumn water.

Then, he sheathed it again.

"Why a katana?" Du Yang, the Dragon, asked with some confusion, but he immediately cast it aside and said, "Uncle Chu, at the intersection ahead, turn left. Don't look at the road signs."

Chu Zihang whipped his head toward Lu Mingfei, his eyes filled with disbelief.

In a situation like this, with the navigation failing and visibility poor, how could he know there was an intersection, let alone direct the way?

"Lu Mingfei, you better not be talking nonsense."

What shocked Chu Zihang even more was that Chu Tianjiao did not question him. The moment Lu Mingfei finished speaking, his wrist, gripping the steering wheel, twisted sharply. He floored the accelerator, and the Maybach let out a violent roar, slamming hard toward an area that appeared to be blocked by a concrete barrier on the left.

"Boom!"

The Maybach seemed to plunge into a layer of viscous water, or perhaps pass through an invisible boundary.

The scene outside the windows suddenly twisted and shifted; those frantically clawing, tearing shadows had vanished without a trace.

A look of wild joy appeared on Chu Zihang's face, and he excitedly said to Lu Mingfei, "That's incredible, Lu Mingfei! We finally made it out. How did you know where the exit was?"

Only then did Lu Mingfei turn his head, looking at him as if he were a fool. "Who said we made it out? Look ahead."

Hearing this, Chu Zihang's face stiffened. He looked forward.

Ahead was still the elevated road, only it was even more eerie. The streetlights here looked ancient, emitting a pale, dim light that barely illuminated the wet road surface.

The rain had not let up, but under the pale lights, the raindrops seemed to turn into gray dust.

On both sides, there was still an unfathomable void of darkness, but the texture of the darkness had changed; it felt more like the gloom released from a secret realm over thousands of years.

"Where... is this?"

Chu Zihang's voice was hoarse. He continued to grip the handle, his body beginning to tremble.

Chu Tianjiao did not answer immediately; he simply brought the car to a clean, decisive stop.

His chest heaved, his gaze sharp as a blade, fixed intently on the small patch of light carved out by the headlights.

It was as if the shadows they had just escaped were merely an appetizer, and the true danger lay at the end of this road.

Chu Tianjiao sighed and said, "Young man, I knew you weren't simple, but I didn't expect you young people to be this reckless."

Indeed, Chu Tianjiao thought Lu Mingfei was giving directions.

In reality, he was guiding Chu Tianjiao toward the fastest path to collide with Odin.

After all, one could only be considered polite by visiting the host before leaving this funeral.

Simply put, once Odin was dealt with, the road would naturally open up.

Du Yang had come for Odin in the first place.

Chu Zihang was now completely bewildered, unable to grasp how he had been dragged into such a supernatural phenomenon.

As for the two in the car—his father and Lu Mingfei—they spoke in riddles that left him utterly confused.

The lights of the Maybach, like sharp swords, pierced through the seemingly eternal rainy night ahead.

At the limit of what the lights could barely illuminate, the road seemed to fork, and in the center of the junction stood the faint, towering silhouette of a rider in heavy armor, silently blocking the middle of the road, holding what appeared to be a long, pole-like weapon.

Lu Mingfei's eyelashes flickered at that moment.

Chu Tianjiao gripped his katana tightly, his heart feeling as if it were about to leap out of his chest.

The colossal figure slowly closed in on them, finally revealing its true appearance.

And the very instant that appearance was revealed, it was accompanied by an intensely blinding white light.

That brilliant white light made it impossible for Chu Zihang to keep his eyes open, leaving him feeling utterly incredulous.

To be illuminated by such a light felt like praying to a deity in a Christian cathedral, as if a god had truly descended to bestow a blessing—a magnificent, radiant white light.

But clearly, in such a bizarre scene, it was highly unlikely that any genuine, benevolent god would appear.

Following that, once Chu Zihang had barely managed to adapt, he finally saw what exactly had appeared before them.

It was a giant, god-like figure, swathed in white light and clad in dark gold armor.

Its face was covered by a metal mask etched with eerie patterns, and its mount was, shockingly, a massive steed with eight legs.

Even that giant eight-legged horse was outfitted in heavy, intricate metal armor, its coat shimmering with the radiance of gemstones.

As it advanced, it delivered an incomparable sense of impact.

Chu Zihang trembled all over, staring at those eyes beneath the metal mask that glowed like giant lanterns.

In the next scene, an even more terrifying sight emerged: the shadows that Chu Zihang had assumed were gone now appeared behind the god-like giant like a tidal wave.

These shadows no longer possessed their previous madness; they were dressed in black, and their pale, hollow eyes emitted a golden light.

Chu Tianjiao stroked his Muramasa, and even though his head was aching to the point of bursting, he still had to feign composure in front of his son.

The next moment, he exhaled a breath of stale air, stepped out of the car with his blade in hand, and said to his son:

"Get out of the car. We've been marked; no matter how much we drive, we won't be able to get out."