The scorching summer was passing by, as the early autumn approached like a shy girl, driving away the previous heat and bringing a touch of coolness to the earth.
At noon, at the TianDu City Bus Station.
As Zhang Xian and his Blood Soul left with the crowd, he let out a long sigh of relief.
The Skynet organization that had been weighing on his heart for a long time was finally eliminated, and this weight was off his shoulders. Now, he would redirect his attention to the Voice of God. He had killed several batches of theirs, and he did not believe they would let him off. Moreover, they were targeting Medicine Mountain, he had to be vigilant. Sooner or later, they would face-off anyway.
He might not have guessed why the Voice of God was targeting their Medicine Mountain if he hadn't received the medicinal formula. Now, he already knew the Voice of God's purpose.
