"Impossible!"
"They're all expert drivers!"
On the small hilltop, feeling the cold menace through the walkie-talkie, Qin Shou felt a deep chill on his back.
Even through the walkie-talkie, the terrifying killing intent in the voice was palpable.
"I need to escape!"
Qin Shou hesitated no longer, throwing away the walkie-talkie in his hand, turning to flee.
Leave the green hills, never worry about wood to burn, even if he has to face Demon Young Master's wrath upon return.
Just as he turned and took a step, his foot in mid-air could no longer land.
Qin Shou's entire body instantly stiffened as though petrified.
Before him, a figure suddenly appeared silently.
Cold eyes, like eternal ice, deep gaze, as bottomless as the pitch-black Nine Nether.
Those arms filled with power, as if having harvested countless lives like cutting wheat.
Terrifying, too terrifying.
