At this moment, Qingliu Yiye's eyes are bright, dazzling like stars.
A chilling and deathly aura surrounds the car.
This night is extremely unusual, as the street, not generally considered secluded, is empty without a soul.
With furrowed brows, cold lips, his eyes form the most dangerous needle-like radiance.
"Bang!"
Qingliu Yiye slowly opens the car door, stepping out.
As his foot hits the ground, it's as if Qingliu Yiye steps into Asura Hell, a sinister and terrifying atmosphere assaults him, penetrating to his bones.
The chilling wind sweeps by, sending a shiver down Qingliu Yiye's spine, causing goosebumps to rise.
"Rustle...rustle..."
Suddenly, the sound of fluttering garments pierces Qingliu Yiye's ears like sharp swords.
As he looks again, a figure appears out of nowhere in front of Qingliu Yiye, like a Wind Blade, hurtling towards him with immense speed.
