Chapter 221 - Whispers of Power

The armored truck rumbled north through the night, its headlights slicing through the rural darkness beyond Shanghai, the city's chaos now a distant hum. Feng Ruoxi sat in the back, her dark hair plastered with sweat, the phoenix tattoo on her wrist glowing faintly—"The past calls…"—its whisper a persistent echo in her veins. Her chest throbbed from old wounds, her fire simmering low, but her eyes burned with a resolve that had torched Kyoto and now fixed on Beijing. The vision from the junkyard lingered—Shuren's gaunt face, blood dripping into a vat, a lab alive with menace. Tianhua was close, too close, and her blood was the key.