Demon Queen He Qinghua felt the impact most acutely; when she rushed toward the car earlier, her knee was clearly hit by something resembling a small stone.
Although the object was small, it numbed her leg, causing her to fall. She couldn't get up, not because the fall was severe, but because her knee was numb, and she simply couldn't stand!
Demon Queen He Qinghua angrily looked around, but there was hardly anyone in the streets, except for a tall elderly man in the distance, slowly walking forward with a wooden stick, leading his granddaughter. The old man was around seventy years old, appeared very ordinary, and was very far from He Qinghua. It seemed impossible for anyone to throw a small stone such a long distance.
