Time slipped through the fingers like fine sand, silently and slowly passing by.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour quietly elapsed.
In the night sky, heavy clouds hung like a vast curtain, tightly concealing the bright moon.
The wild wind roared unrestrained like feral horses, emitting a series of piercing shrieks throughout the heaven and earth.
Scattered raindrops, as if weapons carried by the fierce wind, spattered down intermittently, hitting the ground with a series of close-packed and crisp "patter" sounds.
As if to prelude the imminent, wicked battle.
Inside the deserted factory, Chen Nan sat quietly on the ground, his expression calm as still water, revealing no ripples, making it difficult to glimpse into his heart.
Suddenly.
He slowly opened his deep, abyss-like eyes, and a flash of cold light flickered from the depths, like a chilling lightning bolt across the night sky, sending shivers down the spine.
At the same time.
