Li Yan sped along the dirty highway on his Dodge Tomahawk, and within a short while, he had escaped from the district entangled by Ju Mang's branches.
His gaze was calm like still water, showing no signs that he had just escaped from a Proxy Traveler at least two ranks above him.
The undulating buildings around him seemed familiar, and the towering abandoned industrial equipment jutting out from the walls, occasionally marked by wind-eroded paint slogans, were visible from time to time.
Instead of a small Yan Fu Fruit, to Li Yan, this felt more like the ruins of a Chinese industrial city from the 90s.
"It makes no sense to keep the likes of Ju Mang in this city, the way out shouldn't be hard to find..."
As Li Yan was pondering to himself, suddenly a cobblestone path over a meter wide appeared on the highway ahead, faint and possibly disappearing in the blink of an eye.
