With a roar, flames ascended. Thick smoke obscured the sun. Only dancing crimson light illuminated every astonished face inside the car windows.
Immediately after, the whinny of a White Horse came from a distant place.
At the end of the highway, everyone saw it: a white figure as agile as a dragon galloped forth, crossing the broken bridge. Its iron hooves trampled down, instantly crushing the shattered car windows and rolling over that grinning face.
Plasma sprayed out.
Upon the White Horse, Huai Shi raised her arm. The immense force of the galloping horse converged on her wrist. The Spear of Compassion thrust forward, tearing through the Armored Vehicle's outer barriers as if cutting paper. It penetrated deeply, leaving behind the seed of an iris flower before dissipating into the air.
