Li Yao was like a mouse that fell into a sack of rice. With narrowed eyes, he looked all around, only to find a dense mass of red specks of light making a headlong rush towards him.
Li Yao walked around along the rail tracks. He tried to find the place that was the richest in demonic energy.
Suddenly, in front of him appeared a big, dark black lump. On a closer look, it was nothing but a scrap of iron that had been deformed into such a shape.
He pondered for a long time before a sudden realization dawned on him—it was the armored carriage from last night that charged into the beast tide without a shred of hesitation!
He had never imagined that it would actually be deformed into such a shape under the raging beast tide; it was like it was nothing more than a box made of rotten paper in front of the beast tide.
