The co-pilot, Huai Shi, had already disappeared without a trace.
In the terrifying gale, Huai Shi was almost thrown to the back of the vehicle in an instant.
But The Sorrow of Index was tied to the rearview mirror, and Huai Shi, violently swaying in the wild wind, suddenly leaped and flipped onto the roof of the car.
Under the dim light of the setting sun, the truck spewed violent flames, as if it were traveling on top of gray-black clouds, charging toward the giant monster up ahead with bared fangs and claws.
"Good, just like that—" Huai Shi muttered to himself, his voice instantly swept behind by the hurricane.
In the terrifying airflow and severe cold, he slowly lifted his body, stood on the truck's bed, and stared down the approaching rabid monster.
He reached out and grasped the heavy steel, counting down.
"5..."
The steel twisted beneath Huai Shi's feet, and his boots began to creak under the strain, the stitching starting to pop.
