Yue Xiaofei wanted to get out of the car and stay. Even if all he could do was watch, it would be better than fleeing alone.
But... reason came crashing down on him like a bucket of ice water.
Stay?
What could he do?
His father was fighting a monster on that level. If Yue Xiaofei rushed in, forget helping—he probably couldn't withstand even the shockwave from a single blow. It would tear him to pieces in an instant.
Staying would only make him a burden and distract him!
His father had told him to leave, to take the three treasures and save Ning Hongye. That was what he needed to do now!
But that was his own dad up there!
His father was fighting for his life against some so-called "god," while he, his son, was supposed to drive away?
What the hell kind of situation was this?
Yue Xiaofei struggled with himself, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly they hurt.
Just as he wavered, torn between the two choices—
Boom!
A bolt of black Thunderclap, apparently knocked off course by his father's fist, broke loose from the edge of the terrifying battlefield!
It wasn't headed for Yue Xiaofei's car. It was headed for a convoy of seven or eight private cars parked on the emergency shoulder nearby!
Inside those cars were ordinary people, too frightened by the apocalyptic sight to move!
"Fuck!"
Yue Xiaofei's pupils contracted, and his heart leaped into his throat!
The Thunderclap was too fast. He could only watch it slash through the rain toward those innocent civilian vehicles, powerless to do a thing!
They were done for!
A tragedy was about to unfold!
But just before the Thunderclap struck the convoy—
Something bizarre happened!
The raging black Thunderclap twisted in midair without