"Damn it, who the hell has nothing better to do at night than randomly shooting some ghostly stuff!"
While Lin Chen closed his eyes and was recovering from his injuries, a figure emerged from the forest a few miles away, accompanied by a deafening roar amidst a dance of dust and sand.
It was a young man, about twenty years old, with a fair and handsome face, but he now appeared rather disheveled.
He lifted his hands to his waist and his head drooped slightly, probably due to the dust, causing him to cough repeatedly.
"Luckily I reacted quickly."
The young man turned around, looking at the fallen trees behind him, still feeling a bit anxious and somewhat irritated.
Late at night, he felt a slight unease and went out to find a place to relieve himself. But within such a short period, a strong airflow suddenly descended from the distant sky, though it didn't directly strike him, it did break the trees in the forest, leaving him in a pitiful state.
