The convoy's movement remained unaffected by the attack, continuing forward amidst the roar of engines.
Passing through a place crackling with lightning, Fang Qingze saw a figure completely enveloped in white electric arcs, a patch of grandma-gray-dyed hair fluttering atop his head amid the sparks.
The young man held a long spear dripping with deep blue blood, his foot planted on a leopard covered in blue spots that was about half the size of a pickup truck.
Chapter 148