The figure above had lost its left hand and part of its left leg.
As the figure drew closer, the glow stick on Wu Tong's waist illuminated the face of Hou Wenya, that elegant visage.
The four of them simultaneously looked up.
Even though the distance between them and the figure remained constant, nobody knew what new method Hou Wenya would think of to attack them.
Hou Wenya's body, or parts of it, meant instant death upon contact, and injury upon mere brush.
Everyone hoped for the light below to arrive sooner, but they also feared Hou Wenya would follow them into the light.
At first, they thought Hou Wenya couldn't pass through the blue-stoned wall, but he followed the red car through it and ended up in this dark space with them.
"This can't go on," Qian Cangyi said.
Hardly had he finished speaking when Hou Wenya above started to curl up, and the next second, his right foot was held in his right hand.
"He's definitely going to use that move!" Zhou Yu sharply realized.
