Tang Xiaoquan gasped, his right hand clutching the cloth suddenly shrinking back, his black eyes revealing panic.
"What's wrong, Quan? What's happening outside?" Wu Chao, who reached out to steady the nearly falling Tang Xiaoquan, asked with some confusion.
"Uh~" His mind went blank, Tang Xiaoquan stared at Wu Chao, a pair of bloodshot eyes flickering before his gaze.
Seeing the other's panic-stricken look, the bewildered Wu Chao naturally thought of reaching out to lift the curtain to investigate.
But before he could move, the SUV's car door inexplicably opened from the outside.
"Click!" The faint sound, barely audible, yet in the ears of the survivors inside the car, it was like the bell of hell ringing in their hearts.
Tang Xiaoquan jolted up from the leather seat, an icy chill immediately enveloping him completely.
He instinctively gripped the long spear tighter, and decisively made a stabbing posture, ready to pierce the head of that demon god once it appeared.
