The rocks around the handprints shattered, appearing in irregular shapes, as if Wu Zhong had left this last hope with all his strength and iron will in a desperate situation.
Each handprint was a cry of life from Wu Zhong in the darkness, with his voice crossing time and space, revealing the extremely perilous situation he faced. Every depth and force of the handprints conveyed danger and urgency to the Heroic Sakura Association, urging everyone to rescue him without delay.
Xie Wen's gaze suddenly turned as cold and sharp as a cold star in a winter night.
A strong sense of mission surged in his heart, knowing that this matter brooked no delay.
If Wu Zhong cannot be found quickly and the hidden mystery isn't unveiled, the Heroic Sakura Association and the people of Luoyang City may face an even greater crisis. A storm seems to be brewing silently in the depths of darkness, ready at any moment to sweep in and engulf everything into an endless abyss.
