Outside the arena, no matter how the audience twisted and turned, the challenge with Lin Huan in the Secret Realm was still ongoing, and the train continued to barrel forward.
Clang clang—clang clang—
After a moment of pitch black, Li Qingming heard the sound of a door opening in front of him and stepped into the new car.
This time, he didn't even lift his head, swinging his staff as he entered the car.
Without disappointing anyone, a Sea Urchin Head was knocked to the ground, squealing once before becoming silent, dissipating with the black mist.
Li Qingming didn't even look at it; instead, he turned to look at the passengers filling the car.
More precisely...
The car was filled with Lin Huans.
All kinds of Lin Huans.
There were Lin Huans with school uniforms and backpacks, sporting twin tails; there were others in white dresses, sitting and licking ice cream with a beautiful smile.
