"Whoo—"
Motorcycle engines roared on the not-so-empty roads of the Eastern Country, yet Feng Xue's mood was far from beautiful.
Because this time, he had been targeted by a troublesome bunch.
"Beep—"
A piercing horn sounded, and Feng Xue immediately twisted the handlebar, but under the influence of a mysterious force, the direction he turned was completely opposite to what he had intended in his mind.
Although he had avoided the oncoming dump truck, he crashed directly into a wall made of reinforced concrete.
"Damn! These wretched ghosts aren't strong in combat, but they're disgustingly cunning! How did they catch up with me when I activated the Hermit Authority?"
Feng Xue climbed out of the rubble, grimacing as he muttered about this enemy. Although such impacts hardly affected him, given his Protective Gang Qi and the iron shirt he wore, having car accidents and falling from time to time still was frustrating.
