The colorless glow atop the wings began to converge, releasing a flash that condensed into two brilliant beams of light, blasting toward the pile of steel bars rushing toward them.
Sizzle—!
The beams and the steel bars collided and intersected in the mid-air of the factory.
Amidst sounds resembling melting steel, the steel bars in the air snapped and shattered, dissolving into water molecules in the air.
Just at this moment, outside the factory!
A nimble figure was sprinting through the jungle, dual silver-white pistols held in his hands; with every step he took, a magic circle formed beneath his feet.
Yet, on the dirt path where the pitch-black figure continued to sprint forward.
The calm space suddenly rippled; the gap was not significant in the night, but it had already unfolded.
The pitch-black figure immediately slammed on his brakes, and without a second thought, raised his guns and fired a Decomposition at the void.
Sizzle—!
Still, it had no effect; his golden hair radiated a dazzling luster in the night.
A smile that Shiba Tatsuya loathed most at this moment hung on the man's face, and he even reached out his hand, waving it in a pretentious manner.
"Tatsuya-kun, give up!"
"You cannot escape."
Crows let out cawing sounds; there were no giant beasts in this forest, but one could still hear the sound of small animals constantly scurrying through the grass.
A breeze blew the corners of their clothes; Shiba Tatsuya remained silent, not knowing what he should do now.
The same scenario had already played out three times in this forest.
No matter how he changed his direction, this man in front of him could always appear accurately on the path ahead.
He felt that he had been implanted with a tracking method by the enemy unconsciously,