Even though in dire straits, how could the Demon King move so quickly, and I should have been taken back in no time, instead of leisurely walking on this dirt road.
The long span of time had made Ren Ye forget that the carriage could sway; this novel sensation stirred him.
Ren Ye just realized something was off.
"Boom!"
The Gang Wind rushed towards him, wooden splinters brushed past his ears.
Sunlight shone unobstructed, Ren Ye raised his hand to shield himself, his clothes fluttering amidst the dust storm.
The entire top of the carriage had been completely lifted off, its edges neat as if sliced open, followed by continuous explosions, screams, and flying dust and dirt.
Ren Ye was a bit dazed; before he could figure out what was happening, a gleam of cold light flashed before him, chains snapping in response, and then his arm was firmly grabbed.
