"No!"
But it was already too late. The moment Dong Zhuo blew the Monkey Hair off his palm, spiritual energy surged inside the G-Class, and the entire vehicle began shaking violently.
The windows shattered, and some bizarre force stretched the entire body of the car completely out of shape.
By the time the G-Class braked to a halt, its boxy shell had been squeezed into a rounded shape, like a balloon.
Chen Hao's entire face was pressed tightly against the rear window, squashed beyond recognition.
Worse still, someone's little toe had somehow ended up jammed right into his nostril.
"Damn it, couldn't you at least wear socks?!" The words had barely left Chen Hao's mouth before he started retching.
Furious, Chen Hao unleashed a surge of spiritual energy, blasting the entire car shell apart.
More than a dozen figures flew out of the car, then vanished instantly upon landing.
Dong Zhuo, whose hairstyle had been flattened out of existence, sat on the ground with his mouth hanging open in amazement. "Chen Hao, this is incredible! You can really blow on your hair and make all those clones, just like the Monkey King?"
Chen Hao poked at his nostril and said angrily, "Bro, next time, pick a suitable place before you blow, okay? Don't just do it anywhere!"
Dong Zhuo gave him an apologetic smile.
When Chen Hao looked at the G-Class again, he suddenly felt terribly guilty toward Roger.
Roger sat in the car looking utterly hopeless, clutching the completely warped steering wheel. A perfectly good luxury car had become a convertible in the blink of an eye.
They sat in the roofless G-Class, thoroughly disheveled by the wind.
After driving along the Forest Path for several hours, Roger suddenly stopped the car and pointed at a massive castle on