Long Ya raised her sniper rifle.
Lone Fang lay in her hands like a slumbering weapon of slaughter, the dark red patterns on its body glowing faintly.
She knelt on one knee inside the iron cage and aimed the muzzle at the iron padlock securing it.
Bang!
One shot.
The bullet shattered the lock with ease. The broken iron padlock fell to the floor with a dull thud.
Long Ya climbed out of the iron cage, moving so lightly that she barely made a sound.
In the darkness, a child was startled by the noise.
By the faint light seeping through the gaps in the cargo compartment, he looked at Long Ya, opened his mouth, and asked quietly, "Sister Long, where are you going?"
The other children woke up too.
They did not know what Long Ya intended to do, but what puzzled them even more was...
When had Sister Long gotten a gun?
Her hands had clearly been empty when she was locked in here.
So why was there suddenly a gun in her hands?
Long Ya placed a finger against her lips and shushed them softly.
She pressed herself against the cargo compartment wall and listened carefully to the sounds outside.
There were two people in the cab.
Their breathing was heavy, and they were talking in low voices.
"That dumbass ran over there again."
"He still isn't back, is he? Probably dragging his feet again."
"There's only a sheet of metal between us and them. Are we going to be okay sitting here?"
"What could happen? You think a bunch of brats can turn the world upside down?"
Inside the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace, Yang Yong watched quietly.
Two in the truck's cab, another four in the off-road vehicle outside. All were Transcendents.
Adding... the one who had