On a street near the television station.
The deserted buildings, the chaotically overgrown green belts, the ground cracked with dense weeds growing through.
Yaah—!
Several crows perched on the power lines suddenly took flight, and as they did, a shadow darted swiftly across the street below.
"Ugh…"
The gusts felt while rushing forward, along with the calls of the crows, awakened Ling Mo from his stupor.
The pain emanating from his forehead left Ling Mo dazed for a moment, but his powerful spiritual power allowed him to quickly overcome this predicament.
"Where am I… That's right! That dastard Lucy!" Ling Mo recalled the moment he was knocked out by Lucy.
"To think I was ambushed by her…" Ling Mo opened his eyes in vexation, trying to move his body, but he immediately sensed something was wrong.
Before him… a sea of blood red.
And his body was completely immobile, except for a few fingers that could slightly wiggle; there was no room to struggle.
"What's going on?"
