The weather outside was already the wee hours of the morning.
There was only a pale yellow waning moon in the night sky.
On a distant hillside, two members of the Yin Yang Crusaders were walking towards this place.
One man and one woman.
When Feng Lin noticed the woman, he immediately turned around.
He put on his battle helmet and mask.
Luo Shenyuan grabbed the brim of her military cap with one hand, her purple pupils shining brightly in the darkness.
"Take this person away," Luo Shenyuan said icily.
"Yes!"
The tall man beside her nodded slightly.
"Think you can catch me!"
Lan Teng laughed coldly, swiftly retreating as Oracle Bone Script Runes appeared around him.
Boom!
In an instant, the fist of the tall man in the distance had already landed on Lan Teng's chest.
Beyond his perception.
"Wow!"
Lan Teng's eyes bulged as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
