Xiong Ying sat in the car, watching the Demon Hunters struggle desperately to control the situation, feeling somewhat restless.
Whether it was him or the Demon Hunters below, they all knew that under the current circumstances, unless there was external intervention, controlling the situation was almost impossible.
Every runaway thing here had strength at least similar to Xiong Ying's.
The Demon Hunters of Qingchuan City couldn't even handle one Xiong Ying, let alone these museum artifacts scattered everywhere.
Fortunately, these things seemed to be active just for the sake of being active and had not targeted the nearby residential buildings; otherwise, a tragedy would have been almost inevitable.
So, although Xiong Ying was very anxious, he had no intention of taking action himself. Since the civilians were not threatened, he saw no need to sacrifice his own life to stop this farce.
But at that moment, a shocking roar sounded, and a huge figure appeared from behind the museum.
