The motorcycle engine roared. Though the tires were a little flat, it could still move forward.
Shen Feng twisted the throttle to the limit and tore through the ruined streets.
The ground around him continuously split open, tentacles bursting out and thrashing wildly as they lashed toward Shen Feng.
Shen Feng weaved left and right to evade the strikes. Wherever the tentacles hit, they gouged deep trenches into the concrete.
If one hit him, it could practically tear him in half!
Shen Feng was now even more certain that this "Destroyer Shen Feng" meant him no good.
He had to get out of here as soon as possible and obtain his trump card!
Fortunately, the other party had only just awakened and apparently could not yet freely control the Transit Tower or its tentacles. Besides, the tentacles were simply too massive, allowing Shen Feng's smaller body to slip through their gaps.
He raced through narrow alleyways. At critical moments, he even abandoned the motorcycle and sprinted on foot, leaving the wreckage of vehicles behind him to be crushed and torn apart while trenches were carved into the ground.
At last, after he had crossed seven or eight blocks, the Transit Tower's tentacles no longer reached him.
No matter how enormous the Transit Tower was, it still had its limits.
The range of its roots was not that vast.
The Transit Tower behind him also seemed to fall silent, as though Destroyer Shen Feng had run out of options.
Yet Shen Feng did not relax in the slightest. Instead, he found another pickup truck, started its engine, and sped away.
No one understood him better than himself.
He was not someone who gave up so easily.
Sure enough, shortly after the pickup had traveled some distance, a hum rose from the