The patterns were barely noticeable, but a faint brilliance emerged like thorns all over it.
"Boring."
Casio glanced at it, but he couldn't find anything abnormal.
With a nonchalant throw, a clang threw off the two adjacent metal pillars. Suddenly, the glowing pattern on the surface of these pillars dimmed, seeming to undergo a change.
"Where are the people?" Casio withdrew his gaze and looked ahead.
Clip-clop, Clip-clop...Footsteps were heard from the distant fog.
"Are they here?"
On the road, three or four silhouettes revealed themselves. Despite their different looks and figures, they all wore the combat uniform of the White Skull Organization and sported a coquettish skull watch on their wrists.
One of the bald men instantly noticed the damaged metal pillar on the road, and his anger soared: "Bastard, you dare to..."
Thud!
His chest was impaled by a giant rock-white hand.
