Xie De could tell that Hu Songlin was lost, wavering at a crossroads where going forward or turning back would be a momentous decision.
Bullets could not hit him, and special items could not hurt him. He stood at the center of the storm, and the storm had risen because of him.
There were two minutes left until the earthquake.
Xie De closed his eyes briefly, struggling against his instinct to keep looking elsewhere.
Everyone still attacking had turned their attacks on the Demon. Once again, all of them had overlooked Hu Songlin.
"We're almost out of time."
Wei Yanchi always remembered the Club's invisible man, its lucky king. He surveyed the scene without spotting him, but he looked in a certain direction and boldly spoke up.
"Hu Songlin, I've read your file. When you push your ability to its limit, you'll disappear from this world, and no one will remember you. The Book of Creation is a world-class treasure. You used up all your luck to get it, but what will you gain if you disappear?"
Belial had just been hit by a rocket launcher and was now scooping up his intestines, still cheerfully looking from one person to another. But those attacking him-the Witch, Silas, Su Qian...-did not stop because of those sudden words.
The Witch unleashed everything she had, determined to pin the Demon down here for good.
There was one minute and thirty seconds left until the earthquake.
Hu Songlin slowly turned to Wei Yanchi, his eyes filled with astonishment. "You can remember me?"
Wei Yanchi said, "If you keep using your ability, I won't be able to remember you even if your name is carved into my hand."
"..."
Wei Yanchi was right. Even now, Xie De felt as though Hu Songlin was flickering in