Clang clang——
The road was extremely bumpy.
Like a rough, stone-strewn path.
With each jolt of the bus, numerous screws in the seating became loose, causing strange noises.
Inside the compartment.
There was even the smell of lubricating oil in the air.
When reality snapped back.
Xing Fei, wearing a tracksuit, sat there bewildered, not sure what had happened.
"Xing Fei! Don't move!"
Yi Lin's eyes sharpened, and he instantly reached out his hand toward the front.
His fingers seemingly grasping at nothing, streams of light swirled and sketched into existence before his eyes.
Target space locked!
Within the range of the [Annihilation Grip], the trio was still groggy from sleep, utterly unresponsive.
Everything happened in a flash.
Before the explosion was triggered, Fifty-six suddenly awoke, realizing what was happening. He turned his head violently, fixing his gaze on Yi Lin at the far end of the compartment.
