For these three purebred Americans, the sound of the bells and the drums, coupled with the clear and melodious four-beat rhythm, indeed seemed more like an exotic-sounding rap than a Daoist priest performing a ceremony.
But the rap wasn't important right now. What was important was that as Luke charged upward, he suddenly glowed with golden light.
Golden light quickly spread out from his body: one meter, two meters, five meters, and then ten meters, before it stopped.
During this process, he was still charging forward despite being completely enveloped by the golden light.
On Staten Island at night, a small golden sun rose.
The injured woman on the ground was dumbfounded and could only mutter "OMG" repeatedly.
As for the old man and the blonde, they were a little unlucky.
Luke was still using the special fusion energy which he had cloned from the blue bullet. He was just using telekinesis to spread it outward from his body.
